I am tired of motonomy and monogamy and everything you want for me.                               I don't.                                                                                                                                                        I want mountains in my rear view mirror and oceans at my feet. 

And you are kind but will I grow accustomed to waking up lonely? Will I ever be less frustrated when you don't take the dog out, and aren't hungry for dinner? Will I be content with the emptiness, with the shrinking inward of myself, with the forever lingering feeling of lack. You are stable but should I be content with boredom? Will I be content feeling like you will never understand me? Content with silent hikes and car rides, falling asleep while you play on your phone. Happy having sex once a week, with you working weekends and never wanting to go outside. 

But my friends all say you are kind and stable and good for me. Good for me while I rot on the inside, lonely and unsatisfied.