So, we were great together for three years.  Fun, happy, drunky, belligerent, best friends and lovers.  Planned to get married and have children at the end of this year.  Things got fucked up when I moved.  I don’t think you ever really wanted to follow.  You took a job elsewhere, then rubbed it in my face how happy I would be there.  I relented and we had a plan for me to move down.  Suddenly, you “love me but are not in love with me.”  The end of a relationship.  What went wrong?  I supported you and gave you my heart and soul.  Why couldn’t you just reciprocate?  What scared you off?  I’ve done nothing wrong and bent over backwards to accommodate you.  I got you a degree because you are too lazy to actually do the work.  What The Fuck.