i promise to leave my weapons by the bedside

It seems that resentment and confusion have found their way.

I resent a pat on the back, every affection.

You lack the understanding to know my needs, you trying filling them with seemingly meaningless banter and useless affection.

Your affection comes not when need be but rather when anger finds its way into my mood and you feel pity or guilt.

I resent that.

I am confused by it.

Insult to Injury.

Do not ask for forgiveness when your not done with your sinning.

Do not plead when you refuse to change.

Do not sympathize when nothing is wrong.