And then you forfeit the danger for routine and stability. Your rear children like cattle and imagine molding them in your inadequacies. All the while starting to resent each other while you dream of a life that doesn't resemble hell. You think of changing but are stuck with the same monotony. You cannot talk to your partner because 'it's just a phase' or 'they have it easy'. Your drab existence is a blot on your happiness. Then you break up, drink and fake a smile in a bar on a Wednesday afternoon while you try to understand what went wrong. You feared losing them but weren't careful enough to 'live' with them coz ironically effort doesn't come easy to you.
