It didn't matter what I did anymore.
No matter how much I asked him how he was doing. No matter how many articles I read to help fix things. No matter how much time I spent with my counselor. No matter how much I improved myself or my communication. No matter how much I tried to make him happy.
No matter what I did, it wouldn't have been enough.
He couldn't anymore. He gave up. He didn't want to have to try.
So, all the weight was on me.
But I wasn't loved anymore. He wanted to disconnect from me as much as possible.
Maybe he just didn't want me anymore. Long before he left.
And I was stuck in a tiring loop. Trying everything because I thought I was the problem.
Yet, he still had a part to play.
And that part, was hurting me and not caring.