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We didn't get as far as an early Valentine's day.

After a day of sunshine on the plane, I turned up on Thursday in a good mood, determined to do everything I could to make things work. Within about 5 minutes, she'd got down to picking holes in everything I do again. Within a day or two, my morale had sunk to a point similar to how I felt at the worst points in the autumn.

It's funny. I went over there expecting it to end this week or soon after. After everything I went through this week, I knew things were as bad as I'd expected. By Wednesday night, I'd started tying up loose ends in case it was my last evening. Even though I've wanted out for months and I'd already thought of half the reasons she gave yesterday morning as to why we should end it, and even though I agreed with pretty much everything she said, somehow I feel like I was dumped. Perhaps because I put in so much effort and she didn't seem to be trying at all.

How is it that someone can be such a complete asshole and you still don't want to let them go?

Perhaps Fleetwood Mac said it best
I'm afraid of changing 'cos I
Built my life around you