I found it endearing at first that you were so interested in what I was up to, who I was with.
Then it all changed… morphed into something altogether different than what was once so heartwarming.
The anger in your questions, the hatred in your voice. The cynicism behind the hurtful comments you made about my friends, especially the guys.
There are many things I can accept in a relationship. I can take the love, the pain, the good days and the bad.
I can be your protector, your confident, your greatest cheerleader and supporter.
I can handle everything, but I can not take one more second of your jealousy.
We went from being lovers and friends to you being so suspicious of everything.
You went through my phone, my journals, my emails.
You have invaded every aspect of my personal life, then have got mad at ME for things that were supposed to be private.
There’s a line in which you do not cross due to the respect and trust you have for your partner.
I have never done anything to cause such animosity from you.
I can no longer sit here and prove to you that I love you with every fiber of my being when everything you’re doing is destroying us.
I’m sorry you’ve been hurt before, I truly am. But I will no longer suffer the consequences for someone else’s mistakes.
There’s more to life than having to constantly explain everything I’m up to and every person I encounter, just for you to never believe anything I say anyway.
I’m sorry but I’m done. I will not be controlled by all your anger, hurt, and jealousy.
I hope in time you figure things out, but the toxicity of this relationship is slowly killing me and taking over everything.
I can’t fix you and you’ve smashed through every boundary I’ve set.
I can’t save us from this by myself and I’ve given you too many chances.
I guess it’s not true what they say. Love can not conquer all, not even the proverbial green eyed jealousy monster.
