I hate the way you undermined parental authority by taking the kids’ side at times.

I hate the way you rarely showed understanding and rarely acted to reduce conflict between us.

I hate the way you never wanted to talk about our issues – always ‘not now’.

I hate the way you always confused objection for argument, negotiation with cunning.

I hate the way I always took the bait.

I hate the way you scowled at me whenever you spoke to me.

I hate the way you blame me or our relationship for a few of your own shortcomings.

I hate the tone of my voice when we argued.

I hate the way I missed out on being a better father.

I hate the way I’ve been depressed for so long I’m not sure I know how to be not depressed.

I hate the invisible barrier that built between us.

I hate the way we both did nothing to make our marriage better when it was needed most.

I hate the way we stopped making an effort.

I hate the way you never asked me to make love.

I hate the way I rarely asked you to make love.

I hate the way you questioned my sexuality just to hurt me.

I hate the way you went off the pill and not discussed it with me.

I hate the way you secretly went back on the pill.

I hate the way you sabotaged our love life.

I hate the way you bandied around insults with no regard for the harm and hurt they caused.

I hate the way you belittled me at times in front of the kids.

I hate the way you take the mobile phone to bed with you.

I hate the way I feel when you do.

I hate the way you go out every Saturday night until 3am.

I hate the way you, more so than I, couldn’t seem to encourage intimacy between us.

I hate the way you never held me when I needed it.

I hate the way I found out you cheated on me.