Mostly I'm angry with you. How could you have effed up so badly? How could you not have known how devastating you leaving would be. All those times that you said you were there and that you weren't going anywhere, they were all ********. You have no idea how to "be there."

I still love you, despite all of it. And I still desperately want you to love me. When you said you felt humiliated, I think that's the most honest you've ever been with me. And then you iced off, and turned into some effing robot who happened to lack any logic whatsoever. I hate you for what you did to me.