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I guess I just don't see the point in being so fucking nasty about all this. It's bad enough without him getting angry every time we talk.

I don't know what else I'm supposed to do. I said my piece. I've owned up to my faults in this and I've taken responsibility for the things that were mine to take responsibility for. I've lain my heart out on the table every time I got the chance. I've made it perfectly clear that this can be overcome if he would just try also.

I'm broken...and I will be for awhile, with or without him, and I know that. I'm getting back down to the heart of me, though.

I've even started writing again. By writing, I don't mean blogging. I mean actual writing. It feels good.