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Because now I know we really cannot work and never will.
I don't hate you. In fact, this Columbus Day 2026, I feel sad knowing that there is no chance for us.
I think that, it seems, you asked that we start sleeping together again. I'd want that, if we knew how to get along when we're not in bed. It'd be another cycle of ******* and fighting, ******* and more fighting, for infinity. I was trying for us to neutralize the fighting, but I couldn't do that. We couldn't. We started fighting about things in the past, again.
For the record, I love sleeping with you. There was so much we didn't do... So much we could have.
You nitpicked constantly. Everything I said, it was wrong and sent you on some diatribe about how I thought I knew your thoughts when I didn't, about how I was angry, about how I'm in pain... So many things that aren't true. FYI, I can't read minds. (frustrated grimace) I got to the place of not wanting to say sorry because I'd be constantly apologizing.
Argh. Once again, I'm on the hamster wheel of "you said ... i didnt mean ... rah ... RAH!!!!!"
I'll end by saying. I am glad we tried. I wanted to see if it was possible. I now know it isn't.
Love you. Be well.
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