This is a hard thing for me to write, because ultimately I have a lot of love for you. But I don’t think you have love for me anymore, or if you ever did. Your constant jabbings at me, about me, about things I have no control over, or things you could’ve controlled, but didn’t take the opportunity. I feel hopeless and helpless in this situation. I feel we can never come back from this. I’m not sure I want to. I’m a good person, or at least I try to be, and I deserve happiness. I do not want my own happiness at the expense of yours, but I have to make choices that are difficult sometimes. All I want is to be happy. I can’t cope. I can’t cope with you. I’m sorry.