Dear Significant Other:
Sorry that I can’t seem to do anything right to you. You always get incredibly frustrated at me and proceed to ignore me for hours on end when I try to correct you on something. Then you say, “Never mind. It’s not important anymore.” It breaks me down, wears me out, and knocks me into a spiral of hate and anxiety. I can’t help the way I am. You honestly haven’t helped my confidence at all. We’ve been together for quite some time, and you got my hopes up on Valentine’s Day by hinting at a proposal that never came. Maybe you should go back to your ex, who you’re apparently so heartbroken over that you cry and get upset that she’s “marrying someone that isn’t you.” I’m a disease that seems to infect everything that I touch. I make everyone and everything upset and angry. I can’t do anything right, and I’m sorry. I deserve someone so much better, and I wish I had the guts to get up and walk away right now instead of this silent treatment I’m getting.