It’s too bad you didn’t have time to talk last night, or the night before. I was miffed when Huma first texted to say you were unavailable, whatever that means. When she did it again last night, I was furious.
Can’t you call me yourself and explain what’s going on? And if you can’t, what kind of relationship is this?
I hardly slept but realized it’s probably better we didn’t get together or talk. We would have just shouted at each other.
Anyway, the last couple of days crystallized some things in my mind that need to be said.
Let me start with the obvious: Things between us aren’t good. They’ve always been a little rocky, but now they’re so bad that I don’t see how we can fix it, so I’ve made my decision.
It’s over between us. We have no future together and we need to admit it so we can get on with our lives and find somebody else.
This isn’t easy, and the idea of breaking up with you is scary and makes me miserable. I had big hopes for us and fantasized about the great things we would do together.
The world would be our oyster! We’d make history!
Be honest — that all seems like a stupid pipe dream now. We’ve known each other for almost 25 years and we’ve changed so much that it’s impossible to recapture the magic.
Remember that dopey Fleetwood Mac song we liked, “Don’t stop thinking about tomorrow?” That was a long time ago, and tomorrow is here. It’s not what I thought it would be and probably not what you expected, either.
Whatever the reason, it’s obvious we’re not a good fit anymore.