I hope you all dont think I'm a bad person for saying that, I'm not, really. The end of the line has been reached and I just had things to say to finalise it, I am not happy about it, I would much rather we were still together working through this, but the cold, hard facts cant be denied, D or not, he doesnt want to be with me and that is the bottom line, I can no longer excuse the bad treatment on the basis of an illness he will not recognise or deal with. Unfortunately the consequences of his decision are that we will both be alone and miserable in very different places. I am sure that the irony of that will appeal to some, its almost got a a tragic symmetry to it, which I'm sure will appeal to a depressed mind. Apologies, I'm starting to ramble and I think my last dose of painkillers are starting to kick in,
regards,
Erin