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My husband came to me and asked me to tell him if we were done or if I wanted to try to work it out. I let him talk and just listened. He's been suffering, I can see that he's lost weight and hasn't been eating. He said this is worse than other times we've broken up. He just looked... Defeated. Because of me.
I took a deep breath. And I told him, "We're done." He asked what's the reason. I said, "I don't love you anymore. I've been falling out of love with you for a while, and I tried to ignore it because I hoped I would fall in love with you again. There were little instances... But it wasn't enough."
He thanked me, then finished getting ready for work.
That is not the answer I wanted to give him. But... It was the answer he needed. I don't want to hurt him anymore. I had to tell him it's over so he can start to heal and move on. The truth is... There is a part of me that wants to try. But I've had these feelings enough times over the past few years to know that we would just end up here again, whether it's a month, or a year, or 10 years from now. I have to let him go because it's the right thing to do and I've done so much wrong since we've been together that he deserves this small mercy. I know the picture I've painted of him hasn't always been the best, but he was never the bad guy. I was not a saint, and I've broken his heart more times than I can count and it's because I do love him, in my way, that I'm doing this. Doesn't make it easier but... I'll have to live with it.