It started off well, and it lasted just shy of six years. We had great chemistry, and were each at the point in our lives where it seemed that a committed but separate living arrangement was going to work, and it did for about four and a half of those six years. We did some outstandingly fun things together, whether it was going to the opera or the art gallery or just going for walks in gardens. It seemed ideal – to me, and i thought it was for you as well.

I had been upfront from the get-go, and so when a combination of life events and a change in your expectations occurred, I was caught flat-footed. The rules had changed; You wanted to get married, and I said, that was not what I wanted or what we had agreed to. From there the stressors increased as you made some questionable financial decisions, and got yourself in deep and needed a saviour. My life also got complicated, with a dying parent who needed my help 24/5, and I started looking for a suitable reason to end it with as few fireworks as possible. I knew that I wasn’t going to marry you, and you wanted a husband who would be your pillar. So, I found as good time as I could, and ripped off the band-aid. 

I have no idea where things went for you from there. I hope that you got your affairs sorted, and are in a great relationship with someone who wants to provide what I was not willing and able to provide. I have fond memories of your company, and am sorry for the pains that breaking up caused you. Be happy; nothing would please me more.