There is nothing romantic in the brokenness of relationships, of how it slowly unravels and frays like twine. There is nothing endearing in spiteful words thrown out with bitterness with no other intention but to hurt and maime.

I never said I was perfect. Far from it, I have been first to acknowledge that i do not measure up to your standards. I will not lie to you about it. I will not set myself up with expectations only to fail. 

But it does become difficult to find peace with all the noise when all I want is refuge. Knowing that at the end of it all, my actions, or inaction, are not frowned upon and taken into bad light. 

How can you claim you love someone when all you see in them is evil? Yes, it is evil. To deprive one of warmth and comfort is evil. 

You accuse me of being incapable of forgiveness and yet you fail to hear yourself and your constant attacks and assumptions of infidelity. I hardly have time for myself... let alone other people. Then again... I have heard it all before. It was the same route that Denmark took in his string of attacks so why am I surprised?

The realization is actually an eye-opener. I made the right decision. This is not where I am meant to be. This is not bliss and happiness and contentment. I have lied to myself for far too long.

People don't change... you are just as vicious as you once were. And honestly, I am not surprised.