She is a Storm and she rages around me, battering endlessly from all sides.
In my refusal to budge she rages harder, as though the silence and calmness is an attack upon her.
So I sit, the Mountain. Calm and stern and sombre, unyielding to all but her love.
Such is her fear that I might leave that she rages beyond even her control,
In her wake, the memory of the others who could not withstand such ordeal.
Standing strong she sees what I would endure, as such she weighs me highly.
Better than the rest she claims herself unworthy, undeserving and wrong.
Against her judgement, I stay on. The mountain in the storm.
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Forgive my terrible... I'm not even sure what I would call it :P
But it is how I feel about myself and my partner, love her to bits but just wish she wouldn't keep trying to tear me into little ones ^_^
I look forward to hearing about others who have endured similar so that we might trade war stories and survival tips
