August 12th, 2010


The end of an era


I have opened this journal back to you, since you didn't allow any comments in yours on your latest entry.

I loved you, but then you broke a promise. That promise was never to leave me behind my back. You say you wanted space - then why didn't you wait and talk to me, like we agreed?

As for "acting accordingly", I can't say that doesn't hurt. You seem too quick to replace me. That makes me wonder just how long you planned to leave, and if you were just waiting for an excuse.

You wouldn't show trust in me. You wouldn't have faith in me. The moment something happened that appeared to be my fault, you emptied our home of your belongings. That was too quick for anyone to doubt that you were waiting for the other shoe to fall. The shock I felt when I went to our home and saw it empty of your belongings will last for a very long time.

I can't fix your trust issues, nor can I fix the fact that you steadfastly refuse to take responsibility for your actions, nor will you hear me out when I try to tell you how I felt about them. Those two issues is what led me to finish what you had already started.

I wish you the best. I wish you no harm. I would hope you'd do the same for me.