I wasn’t in love with you.
There was no spark between us.
All I saw was me in the future…you weren’t by my side anymore.
I know you saw us living together, marriage, and more…I couldn’t see that and it scared me to death.
You weren’t the first thing I thought about when I woke up in the morning or went to bed at night.
You were no longer the person I wanted to share every little detail about my day with.
Instead I felt like I was now obligated to share with you as if I was reporting to my mom or teacher.
I didn’t want to have sex with you.
I kept fantasizing about girls and being with a girl.
You’re not a girl.
Every time you came to visit me, I felt as if I was caged in…I lost all my independence.
I got angry at you when you took over my precious free time and dirtied up my living space.
I always ended up annoyed, angry and anxious when you spent the weekend.
You were so fucking indecisive…just make up your mind…for once make a decision.
I felt like I was always waiting on you and dragging you around.
I started scheduling work and events on the weekend to use an excuse not to see you.
Our lifestyles were completely different.
You didn’t have that drive, passion, and ambition that I see every day in myself.
You didn’t believe in yourself most of the time.
You weren’t challenging me or facilitating my growth.
I had all the power in the relationship and could manipulate you in any way.
I was bored with you.
You were satisfied with the way things were and I needed change and adventure.
I kept putting myself first…us was no longer my priority in my mind.
I was more scared about hurting our friends and family by breaking up with you than hurting you.