You don’t get to do this any more. I can think of three different things that this might be about and frankly, none of them … how to put it. I guess it boils down to the fact that not everything has to do with you. I’m sorry that the fact that I’m no longer content to be a shrinking violet emotionally or to believe everything you tell me. But it’s nothing to do with you, ok? Because I’m done. And maybe that’s what bothers you. That I’ve let go of you. That very little you can say or do will turn me back into the easily led person you want me to be. And I hope you see me now, see me for all the good, all the bad, and everything in between and I hope you take it all in and realize what a good thing you had and what a good thing you’ve lost. And I hope it stings. And it’s not coming from a place of revenge or retaliation or any of that. It’s that I hope that maybe our relationship, or rather the loss of what our relationship had the potential to become gets to you so that you really have to look at yourself and make some real changes because I think you’ve got such amazing potential. And that’s part of why I’m so hard on you right now, because I think that you can go so very far and all I’m trying to do is give voice to things you’ve already realized about your situation. Nothing I’ve said is any surprise or any big revelation. It’s all things you already know. And I’m rambling. But I need to get this off my chest, so there you go.
Also, I wonder if this need to try and control me comes from you feeling out of control of your own situation?
