Sickly jealous
Never can I be happy for another, always the jealousy lights up. Sometimes I believe it's a disease. A virus, which I can't get rid of. It's bad. I'm really suffering. And what's worse, nobody believes me, nobody understands me, ripe for the shrink, they call me, I can hear it though I ignore the allegations. They hurt. Real pain.
All around me, I see people have it better. A nicer car, a bigger house, a woman who is more understanding, a better job, a higher salary, more obedient children, and what is most, greener grass.
I want that too. - Everything. Everything others have, I want, too. It's not greed, it's jealousy.
And what's annoying, my wife's positions. So hypocrite. Every day she blames me for not being satisfied with what I have, while she also acts on it. Different, but no less bad, no, worse even. I tend more towards the material, they toward the physical, physical and yes, even sexual. Her greedy looks, her hunger for others, her flirtation, she thinks I don't see it, that I don't notice, that I'm stupid.
