When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's scope, With what I most enjoy contented least; Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising, Haply I think on thee, and then my state, Like to the lark at break of day arising From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate; For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Brixton was right, someone who lets themselves go doesn't care. No amount of love or poetry in the world can change that simple fact.
Brixtons situation might have been different...he said she just didn't care about anyone but herself....when people grow old...invariably they get uglier...dosen't mean u dump your wife just cause she got old....or prego...
It was definitely love at one point but believe me there were quite a few other problems besides the weight gain. I'm not THAT shallow.She stopped giving a shit about me long before I stopped giving a shit about her.
