Confusing

This isn't the first time, but its different. After months of praying, I finally have you. But you've liked me all along. Why can't we just talk casually— like lovers. Your mother on your neck as you type. No freedom at all. You should say what you want, it isn't her life. Its so confusing, the whole situation. You say you love me, And I know you do, I'm just confused? My mind isn't right. Was I ready for this? I'm not the problem, am I? No, I think I've figured it out— its our lack of freedom..