There are days I want to slam my fist into the wall out of frustation because I see him falling apart and I can't fix it. I look back on where we were and I see how far we've come. Now we just about break even with good and bad days.
The raw emotion--pain, passion, anger--paired with the lyrics pull tears out of me every single time I hear it. The first time I heard it was on the radio and I had to pull over. Weeping, deep soul sobs choking me in a strangers driveway.
"We're not broken, we're just bent..."
Months ago I reminded him that I was here to stay. Not quitting. And certainly not quitting over this. The man I fell in love and vowed to cherish for the rest of our lives is still in there. I've seen more of him in the last couple of months than I have in years.
But the demons are still there as well. I'm the buffer between him and the world. I'm tougher than I look...but I feel it taking it's toll.