We have been fighting a lot lately, and everything she does irritates me. I feel like I no longer love her, and sometimes it feels like I’m holding on because I’m too afraid of the enormity of that decision. It will offer nothing but pain to our families, and friends. Also, I don’t know what my life will be should I go ahead with it. I think it will eventually be nothing great. Not knowing, not being honest is killing me, and it’s either this slow poison or the instant death of a divorce. I’m the kind of a coward that hopes she leaves me so that I get to wallow in the self-pity again.
