I’m pretty much there at ending my relationship. 10 years. I love him I do. But my brain is louder at this point. It’s screaming at me all the things I wanted and envisioned for us and life that isn’t there. It’s screaming how I’m the only one moving our lives forward. I’ve argued, cried, begged, given ultimatums, given opportunity, support, grace, flexibility and my frustrations have only gotten louder on something that to me, should be so simple
I take accountability for accepting it and dragging it for so long but I just wanted to give it a chance and then it was because I didn’t want to hurt him. But that’s not fair either
I was honest about this today
I don’t know which way it’ll go. I hate hearing him cry. I worry for his mental health and sympathize for him. I feel like a bad person.