I’ve lost it.
I tried so hard to hold on. I tried so hard, I lost myself in the process.
We were amazing in the beginning. The first 3 years or so. But so many things happened and you lost your interest in life. I get it. I supported you. I understand why you were down. After the kids came, nothing changed. I’ll never forget that time at the sporting event where you screamed at me and made a scene when I wanted to leave because it was cold and raining and I had just had a baby and wanted to go home to her. That was the moment where my fairytale ended. Everything since has been me trying to save us and coming up short every time.
It’s been many years of that and I’m so tired. I can’t try anymore. I can’t pretend. It’s just gone. I’m devastated too. I don’t know how to even do this. I don’t wanna hurt you or our babies but I’m dying here. It’s affecting everything.
I have to do it. I have to tell you. I’m so sorry. I deserve no forgiveness. I failed to hang on. I failed at my vows.