#relashionship problems

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

Sunday, February 16th, will be the last day I wait for a message from you. It is your final chance to show that you care about what we have built.

If there is no contact, then so be it, as per your will. I surrender.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

And what fills me with the deepest rage is your effortless way of moving forward, while you left me here to wither in sorrow.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

He once whispered that our love lacked sex, that desire was but a fading ember between us. So now, I hope he is consumed by lust each night, drowning in the fever he so desperately craved. May flesh and pleasure grant him the solace that my boundless, aching love never could.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

I could never bring myself to do what you have done.

Every time you speak with such certainty about us finding our way back, a fire ignites in me. Each time you lay out your reasons, your excuses, that fire only grows. Every single, cursed time you stand before me, it consumes me. Tell me, how could I ever return?

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

You don’t care, do you? You only don’t want to be seen as someone who didn’t try, but if you had truly cared about us, you would never have done what you did. But you did.

So, at the very least, you could’ve tried something else, suggested couples therapy, planned a getaway, sent flowers.

YOU. DON’T. CARE.

And I should’ve known that by now. I don’t even know what I’m waiting for anymore.

Honestly, with everything I’ve told you, with my suicidal thoughts out in the open, you still had the audacity to bring another woman into our home to fuck. How could you?

YOU. DON’T. CARE.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

Alright, here it is. He ended things with me, made me leave our home, then chased after me to rekindle what we had. He gave me hope, only to crush it by confessing that less than a week after I left, he invited a stranger from Tinder into the place we once called home, stripped her bare, and shared a bed with her. And now he plays the victim. "There was never a right moment to tell you," he says. But let’s be real—you know I wrestle with darkness, you know i'm suicidal. Why did you have to make it so excruciatingly cruel? You could have simply told me you no longer loved me. But no, you still say you do. And I still love you, yet I know this has grown into something I can’t survive.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

You betrayed our relationship. Betrayed our love. Betrayed our friendship. You betrayed my trust. You betrayed me. You shattered me. You don’t care at all, just go on with your life as if you hadn’t destroyed mine in the worst way possible. But maybe that’s just how it is, maybe all women are like mom and all men are like dad.

[old-fashioned-achibi-doll]

I forgot the heavy meds at his place. Now would be a good time to take them.