When Love💔 Becomes Duty...

<When Love Becomes Duty>...

Yes, I know him. I love him.
We committed, we’ve got kids,
there’s a reason, right? There must be.
I get it, but why does it feel like a dream?

She loves me, and I love her too.
I want to love her more, but I’m exhausted.
We’re a family, we’ve got beautiful kids,
but sometimes it feels like I’m floating, detached...

Every night, I’m caught in this loop:
Let’s just adjust, settle, survive,
because we’ve got kids, right?
Even if the love feels like a distant memory,
even if it’s like staring through a fog,
even if it’s slowly unraveling...

Just bear it. Just exist together.
But sometimes, in the haze, I wonder—

Is this kind of relationship necessary?

Or

Is any relationship really necessary?