I’ve just been waiting for evidence that she’s serious about me. I talk to her, and she barely cares about the future, about losing us. I’ve waited for months. And now she can’t bear the complaining, insecurity and jealousy. We’re not right for each other. We should quit. We’re in different places in life, and we have different needs. We will both hurt each other, much note than we’re doing now.

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