Hey, you're finally home. I need to talk to you too. Tired? Yeah, as always, you're always tired. You know what I mean? What's my problem? You usually know what my problem is? Do you remember what the day is? Was? In fact, because it's already passed midnight, it was our anniversary. We had a day night plan to celebrate, and you've forgot it again. Yes, it was to day yesterday actually, because as I said, it's past midnight and you're only getting
home right now. Were you even really working? I think you know what I've been playing here? Were you really at work? Or where you out with your friends again? Maybe even cheating on me? Since you're always so tired of me and all, Why the hell would I trust you? You don't talk to me anymore, We don't go out anymore. We plan things, and then you leave me hanging. You lie to me about your whereabouts. You only work, work, and work. You don't deserve my trust and I won't
give it to you. Oh I don't care if you don't want to fight. This is happening, you see the one us to scream at each other, But you also don't want us to sit down and have a civilized conversation about our problems. You don't want to talk to me like a normal person us. The only way I can make you listen to me is by screaming at your face. Do you think I want to do this? Do you think I want to be fighting with you
when we should be celebrating. It was our anniversary. We spent three years together, and I know that during this year we were fighting and ignoring each other constantly because of your stupid job. But at least today I wanted to be on good terms with you. But no, I can't even have that. You will let me have it? Oh, I'm being dramatic. I'm being dramatic. When was the last time we had a date? And I'm talking about a
real date, just the two of us. I'm not talking about it when you make me go out with you and your friends and then leave me there in a damn corner by myself. You guys potty have fun without me. Answer me, when was the last time we had a date? Oh? You don't remember, of course you don't. You don't remember it because you don't give a fuck to you. But I remember our last date was a whole year ago. I remember because I like you I care. I used
to care. Yeah, one year. Last year, on our anniversary, you say how much better things would be for us because of your promotion at work. Well, look at us now. Things are better not for me, Maybe they're better for you, huh, Or things better for you. I hope they are, because I hope it was worth ruining what we had. No, don't, don't get any closer. Don't touch me. I am so disgusted right now. I don't want anything from you, and on your comfort, your sweet words, your excuses, or whatever
you were about to do. There was a time that I have received you with open arms. There was a time that I would have been able to forgive you. But you didn't try to reach out to me those times? Did you? And you didn't pay attention when I reach out to you. You are too busy, working, working, right, too busy to remember you had a partner at home waiting for you to be busy to remember all the times I told you we were falling apart too, be busy for this relationship. No, you stay quiet, Elis once
in your damn life. Listen to what I'm trying to tell you. I am done. Today was your last chance to do things right. I can't keep doing this to myself. I keep telling myself that things are gonna change, that we're gonna go back to how things were before you promotion, that you're gonna realize that you're losing me, But you never do. Things never change. I did. I did tell you. I told you so many times. I try to talk
to you so many times. I told my chest open a little all out in front of you so many times. And what did you say? I'm too tired for this. I guess that's your favorite thing to say, right, And in the rare times you were willing to talk to me, you were really paying attention to the things I said. Yes, baby, okay, baby, a getty baby, what happened? A gay problem? That's all
you had to say to me. Of course I believe you the first few times, and then this repetative cycle of me trying to fix things and you pretending that we were fixing things made me wake up. It was painful, but I needed I need the reality check. And I realized that I was stuck, like if a bunch of roops were tight around me and holding me to the ground, like I was unable to move, like I felt like I could never get up again. The thing is, I can't get up, and I will. All I need is
to get use of the roops tangled around me. You know what it means. I know you're not dumb. You just pretend you are. I'm breaking up with you. I told you ton't get any closer, and don't touch me either. No, we won't be talking later. I already packed my bags. I'm ready to go. I was just waiting for you to get here so we could talk face to face. Not because you deserve a proper and to this relationship, but because I'm not the kind of person that breaks
up to the text second chance. There is no second chance to give you. There isn't a third, fourth, or fifth. I give you all the chances I could already. It's over. No, don't you dare say that. Don't you dare say that that you love me, because that's a lie. People that love each other don't do what you did to me. So don't ever say you love me ever again. I'm not sure you even love yourself. That's where you're wrong. I used to love you, Yeah, but I don't love
you any more. I said that I don't hold of you anymore plain and simple. Any positive feelings I had for you are gone, and soon, I hope DONIETI once will disappear as well. My goal is to feel absolutely nothing for you, do not think of you at all, to completely forget about you. You will be only around a person that pass through my life, and that doesn't really matter anymore. I want to raise you from my mind, my memories of my body and my existence. You're crying. Really,
that's funny, you know. I remember doing the exact same thing in front of you, and you always just roll your eyes at me. You can apologize you want. It's not gonna change a damn thing. My past self would have really appreciated your theory. Iye apology right now, but unfortunately for you, we're not in the past. Good luck with your future, though. Let go of my arm. I want to ask again, Grace lista. You're listening to me. It's too late, but it seems you are capable of changing.
How Who would have thought? It's not your business where I'm going. You want to commu lator for what you need to break up with? You heard the point who he said it? Whatever? You like doing that already? Block your number? Oh there's no amount of paying on your part that will make me stay. I'm tired, so fucking tired of you, mentally and physically. You drined all the energy I had in't me, but you did it for the last time. Good Bye.
