I love you. At least, I think I do. I mean, I do. You make me happy. And Sometimes you make me unbelievably sad. I think we’re in an abusive relationship, and it makes me sad. You say manipulative things, and I feel bad. I don’t even remember what I was saying, so I guess I just have to form this like an essay.
I love you. But you are too dependent upon me. I don’t even know what I’m saying. Whatever. i think we’re in an abusive relationship, and I’m the victim. I know this sounds really stupid, but I do. I feel like you’re hurting me, and I don’t want to be in this relationship anymore. But I love you. I’m in love with you. And while you may love me, you’re not in love with me. You just need me. And I don’t need you. You’re hurting me, and I think I want to break up with you. But I’m going to talk to my therapist about it,
I just want you to know that I really love you, and I don’t want to leave you because I don’t, but because I am in over my head. This sounds really formulaic, but I don’t want to be with you anymore. I’m so sorry.