Signals of distress

Help, I’ve been sending you distress signals since I could remember. How can you ignore something that is obvious? You wonder why I stay out late. It’s not because I’m seeing someone else, it’s a cry for help. You have seen many S.O.S.’s, Like the times that I’ll rather be outside the house in my car just clearing my head and not inside venting to you about the daily stress that I encounter. The times that I’m not in the mood for being intimate, should’ve been a red flag. Why can’t you recognize my smoke signals? Remember when we used to have a date night now that has been reduced to eating out of paper bags and renting four movies and only watching one. How is it possible for you not to even be the least concerned about my well being when we are a unit? I guess it’s true what the bible says “a house divided cannot stand”. We’ve been divided so long that it feels normal. I guess S.O.S. means Stuck on Stupid.