Tennyson was wrong. It’s not better to have loved and have lost than to never have loved at all. I wish right now that I had never met her and never fallen in love with her. I’ve loved that woman and to be hurt by her the way that I have is so hard to deal with right now.
From my perspective there’s no way that you can hurt somebody like she has unless she is completely not well. And to not even know how bad she’s hurt me is hard enough but for her to even think for a moment that I’m the one that’s done damage to this relationship saddens me.
She’s acknowledged how her fears and insecurities and anxieties have affected me but when it comes right down to it she selfishly continues to think only about herself and her own health and disrespects me more and more the “better” she gets. I wish I’d never met her.
Punched in the Nose 