Remember when we met? It was the day I ran my first 5K, which felt like it marked something triumphant. Like I had accomplished something. It did. I had. We had a few good months after that, but then things starting turning south. It seems to me, 29, that we never really recovered from that.
Look. I know any relationship will have turmoil. I know that a marker of a good relationship is how well you weather strife. So maybe this is all about me, because I just couldn't deal. I tried and tried for as long as I could, but I just got so TIRED of trying. You know? I mean, some things should be easy. Some things should feel natural and effortless, and after a while, nothing did.
Do you really want me to go there? The job. The money. The neverending illnesses and foot injuries and home repairs and my husband's job and family trouble and....I could go on. But I won't because I think the point is this: We grew stagnant, 29. We just never really got above okay after a certain point.
We gave it a good go, didn't we? I mean, we had some moments, even when things were tough. But I think for the good of both of us, we have to just let this one go.
And, okay, fine. I didn't want to go here. There's someone new. 30. This may be painful to hear, but I think we're on the verge of something great. It's all very unknown right now. The future is wide open, clear, and hopefully, full of promise. I think I have to choose that. For you, for me. We deserve something better than the bleak past we have between us.
Plus, also, I HATE YOUR UGLY FACE, 29. You SUCK.
Love,
Amber
