When you told me you stopped loving me, I couldn’t stop thinking about it for days, weeks, months and it started to drive me crazy, the more arguments we’d have, even the small things, everything began to bother me even more, more than it normally would and I began noticing how we weren’t getting along, over anything, even picking a movie to watch on tv became an argument, like, that’s not two people in love who are compatible!
I felt like I was in some trap and finally it’s led us to this, we shouldn’t continue cause I’m afraid, I’m afraid that something worse will happen…
You know, the other day, when we had that really bad fight, when I threw the glass, that was really bad and when you got in my face I didn’t recognize you anymore…you weren’t Ashly, you were someone else and I freaked out, it was like your eyes weren’t your eyes anymore, a complete stranger was looking at me and I felt like you were gonna hit me or grab me and I didn’t feel safe, ASHLY.
I had this sick feeling in my stomach ever since and I’m not saying you’re a bad person and that I don’t trust you or care about you but in that moment, something finally snapped inside of me. It was the final thing that made me want to leave, to have us separate and break up for good.
I don’t want anything worse to happen, that’s my biggest concern, it isn’t even breaking up with you that concerns me as much. I want to salvage us without tearing down everything we existed in.