Not sure what part of this makes you think I’m anything but sad and hurting. What part of any of this do you think is fun for me? You wanted space. I’m doing everything but killing myself to try to stop thinking about you, caring about you, loving you, so you can have your space. No, I’m not suicidal again. I’m angry that you let yourself get to this point, not taking care of yourself to the point where you can’t manage a relationship, keeping everything bottled inside and not communicating honestly how you feel to the point where you’ve exploded into nothing. I’m angry that you never let me help you or even be there to support you. I’m angry that you would just toss me aside, as if the past 10 years never mattered to you. I can’t even be a friend to you anymore because that would mean invading your space. I have to reduce myself to nothing to you for your sake. How demeaning and insulting.
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