I hate to pull out an old cliche - but... it's not you, it's me.
You see, I've changed.
Things have changed.
I'm not the person I used to be and my priorities are completely different.
The chemistry that was once between us has faded somewhat.
After six weeks apart, we should be inseparable by now.
Absence and hearts and all that.
But we're not.
I'll just come out and say it...
I'm avoiding you.
My efforts, when I make them, are half hearted.
Yes, you used to complete me.
Yes, I was willing to spend every spare moment in your company.
Yes, I happily spent wads of cash on making you beautiful, colourful and oh-so-organised.
It was good. We were good.
Better than good. Passionate and energetic great.
But it's different, now.
You must feel it too. Surely?
That lovin' feeling is just not what it used to be.
I still love you, I'm just not IN love with you.
At the end of a beautiful day with my son and Hubby, the thought of running into your arms no longer excites me.
You see, now they complete me.
I'll admit I've been thinking about other options too.
You were the be-all and end-all.
But now I can see myself with others, enjoying a different life.
|Don't just sit there.|
But maybe it's not all me.
Dare I say, maybe you have taken me for granted over the past thirteen years?
Failed to see what my needs were.
Asked more and more of me with each passing year.
Look, work, we're in this now.
I know that when the kids come along this will improve.
We'll be so busy, we'll barely notice the time pass.
Maybe this is just a phase, a funk, for us.
I've made a commitment and I'll see it through, make the best of it.
For the kids, you know.
With love and guilt, lots of guilt.