I'm thinking about going to exercise at Gold's Gym tomorrow (for FREE.)  I'm also going to be going to the Torah Study class tomorrow at Chabad of P. on Park, and in between I'm going to "donate" plasma at ZLB. If you would like, it would be very kind of you to Western Union me the money I owe you on the car note according to your ability. Because I know you own the company, but that's hardly the point. The point is that I do not want to be pinned down like a moth for your inspection! A moth caught in your flame. I feel like, out of your curiousity, you have pulled off my wings while pinning me down. At first, when you left me without a means to support myself, presumably out of jealousy, which out of F-A-I-T-H, I support the idea that you are a possessive man in LOVE, I felt this deeply. I'm not sure what time or If I will even get around to doing everything. However, I wanted to make you aware of my plans because I am not looking forward to the idea of your jealousy and it's backlash. When you get jealous, you take it out on me from the inside out; your insecurities become mine.
They expose [mines] and heighten my own vulnerability to Despair. I don't want to get in trouble with you because I know what you will do. If you send a hottie to the gym, I will think you are eyeballin' her regularly and become more resistant to you and the whole idea of Lovemaking. I know you look around. I don't want to KNOW that. I want a tzaddikkim. It makes me sick that you had to go through all that to offer me Restraint. And more than that, to offer me an understanding of what that "Restraint" costs you. I have become a minefield of insecurity, and you have been playing the field. I need to stop staying in the house, feeling depressed for fear you will think I am "shoppin."  I need something to do to keep my mind off the pain.  YOU LEFT ME JOBLESS,
W-H-I-C-H I-S C-O-M-P-L-E-T-E-L-Y U-N-F-A-I-R! And because of that, I don't Trust you. You don't trust me, and I won't trust you. You need to be there for me, especially when I have LOVED you BEYOND ALL REASONABLE DOUBT. I KNOW that you wouldn't waste your time-S-T-A-L-K-I-N-G me, and my whole family, without a real damn good reason.

I KNOW that you want to (M-A-K-E L-O-V-E) to me. 

YOU WANT TO MARRY ME. 

I don't WANT to go anywhere or speak to anyone or to "hide out" from or in my home.
I WANT TO BE AT PEACE IN MY MARRIAGE. 
That's why I took this picture so that you could look at my lips, skin, eyes, and forehead. That's why I challenged you a thousand times to jealousy, to possession. I WANT YOU TO KISS ME!  I want you to kiss my forehead and say "Peace." To kiss my nose and say "Joy." To kiss my lips and say "Love." 

Around my Eyes, Take a Cloth and Bind,
And it Would Make me No More Blind.
I am as the rest of you,
My Truth, Too,
Only Half of What's True.
Taste my lips, It's the Only Truth I know.
All the rest is for Grief and Show. 

You look like the insane person you are in this photo. David or you pretending to be David is facebooking me. You're looking snot-nosed in this picture. I BET YOU WERE HIGH ON COUGH SYRUP!  Do you honestly think I'd ever be depressed enough to seek out David? Why are you so jealous anyway? I get the picture. You are and always have been OBSESSED with me. Do you really think this is the way to express it? You really have me confused. I can see P.M.S. all over you, so don't bother. That boy wouldn't have a chance now. Are you always going to be insane?