It's different this time. Isn't it. Normally you fight with me. You ask questions. You yell. You try. You talk. You explain. And you did none of that. You normally want to take your frustration out on my sexually. And you don't. You don't want to punish me. You don't want to anything. Which I get. At some point you're tired of the fuck ups. At some point it's to be expected. At some point you're just done. So I don't blame you. It just really solidified stuff for me I guess. That it's over. That I totally fucked up this time. I don't blame you or anything. It makes sense. I'm just sad. Sad at what I did to you. Sad that this time it really is done. I really fucked up. You didn't fight with me. You didn't anything. And again I don't blame you. I just am sad.
