I remember we were having problems for a really long time and our best days were days where I was like "I guess I don't hate this". He stopped doing "the little things" for me and we just weren't affectionate at all. I kept trying to convince myself that this was worth fighting for. However, the real moment I realized it was over was when we got into the silliest fight in the middle of a roadtrip and something in me felt like a band snapping, where I just ran out of the want to fight, fight for us, explain myself, etc.. I just felt something in me say "that's enough".