Husband

I'm learning my worth now. I'm becoming more..me, the old me. I don't need you to make me happy and that gives me confidence. I sometimes, now, really, unashamedly love being me.

Have you noticed?

Is that why you pick and pick and try to cut me down. Are you scared of losing me?

I'd give you everything.

Maybe you don't realise you hurt me. But you do. You're supposed to hold me up. We're supposed to be a team.

Stop trimming my damn branches.

Let me grow.