Now that he's not, I think he actually dumped me last night.
It seems that our friendship/ partnership/ love has become toxic. I'm sure I'm responsible.
Well...
It just sucks. I feel like nothing is ever about anyone but him. The things I want/ need from him have always been and continue to be summarily dismissed.
He says terrible things with every breath.
He's not happy, and honestly, I've all but given up.
I'm lonely. I can't care about my life or our home - I would be a fool.
There is literally nothing I can do, it seems.
I did my best, Michael. What am I missing?
10 years now.
I love him. I wish (as I always have) I didn't have to ask my partner to be a partner. That's gotta be something I righteously fuck up. Like, my whole life.
He's not happy. He hates this life.
I'm not happy either.
Cue radiohead song
I'm not sure if I want out. It seems he does.
Unceremoniously dumped.
I hope he can find whatever it is he would enjoy.
I'll think about it tomorrow.