I'm mad at V

He doesn't know it.
He didn't do anything egregious enough to lead to this.
That said, he has inflamed the delicate sensibilities which hang in a precarious balance when it comes to him.

I know it's not fair but I set a higher standard for him. He hits it everytime, that's why when he doesn't, it is glaringly obvious--it's scathing.

Part of my anger stems from the reality that I'm finally catching on that I don't know him anymore. Time and space have taken their toll and the man I think he is and the man that he is are less and less the same.

I just wish I didn't love him so damm much....but I do, and so I'm mad. Mad at me. Mad him. Mad at the situation.