Tripping Through Love

Seriously, fuck you. I have had enough.

Imagine me coming home from training with the boys, in a very upbeat mood, and looking forward to seeing my wife with our little baby bump.

But ya…

All I find is a little note saying that she has left.

I am tired of losing Isabella.

Around every corner, there is a hole that I need to trip through…and…

I have had enough.

I once believed I knew what love is.

Isabella Jackson…

I was satisfied with a mediocre life, a mediocre relationship. You know, the same old, same old – "He cares about me, I care about him";

"I will never find anything better than this." stuff.

All that fucking bullshit.

I actually thought that I had found my 'forever after.' The person I'll eventually end up with.