Is love supposed to hurt this much?
I’ve been with my partner for 3 years, 2 of them long distance because he’s in KL for work and I’m still in Penang with my family. We talk every night, but it’s always the same — I’m the one checking in, planning calls, making sure things feel okay. He says I’m too much sometimes. Says I need to ‘adjust’, that real love means staying through silence, through coldness. Same same but different — that’s what my amma says about marriage too. Endure, compromise, don’t rock the boat. I cannot say directly but… I think I’m losing myself. I used to be someone who laughed loud, spoke my mind. Now I hold my breath every time he goes quiet for a day. I wait. I wait for a text, for a plan, for something to feel warm again. But it’s always me restarting the fire. Is this love? Or is this just practice in suffering? I don’t want to be the only one building a home in this relationship. Feels like I’m begging for crumbs and calling it patience.