This “relationship” is a joke. I felt sorry for you and your many physical and social problems so i went out with you. Your friends and family all guilted me into staying with you. It’s because they don’t want you living with them anymore! They’re thrilled to be rid of you! Your family is a collection of the worst, most dysfunctional, awful, dependent and screwed up bastards i have ever met in my life. I hate them to the core.
I am sick of being your nursemaid and mother. I’m sick of your complaining and your whining and your disgusting (and loud) bodily functions. You’re afraid to be alone and you’re completely dependent on me… and the only reason i haven’t left you (which i have fantasized of doing, 24 hours a day since day one) is because I’m certain you would commit suicide and everyone would blame Me for it.
I cannot stand you. Not only were you afraid to touch me, but the s** you COULD manage to have was the worst i’ve ever experienced in my life. We haven’t had s** in a YEAR now… and i actually find it a relief. The chaste kiss hello and goodbye each day is as far as i can stand to go with you without my skin crawling.
The minute you walk in the door at night, i sigh. I am not happy to see you. All you do is b**** about your day. You don’t know how many times i’ve come close to packing up and leaving you… i can’t stay here forever just to protect your fragile psyche… i feel like i’m dying inside. I’m not even the same person i used to be before i met you. I talk to other men. They all know about you. Even other men think you’re worthless. I am tired of being the nice one, the one who would never hurt anybody. Every night i sit here with you while you watch tv and i am Screaming inside. I. Cannot. Do. This. Anymore. I need to LIVE. I need to Go.