I can’t sit around waiting for you to get your act together. You want me to be patient while you decide if you want a committed relationship. You keep going in and out of jail, wanting me to visit you, and be here when you get out. I can’t be the one you come to me only when your husband/wife isn’t acting right; swearing by God Almighty that you’re leaving him/her. I can’t be your 2am phone call. Nor can I help you make your dreams come true when all you do is dream. I can’t be what you want me to be when you don’t know who you are. I’m not the one who will keep forgiving the same mistakes or believing all of your lies. I can’t be the one at the end of your fist, bottom of your feet, or tip of your tongue.