W just walked in and said that when I told her I was staying, what little hope she had clung to, that we just might, just might be able to work things out with a little space and time, that hope had shattered "like a Christmas ornament." That she was done letting me hurt her. That I was smug, that I had thrown down a gauntlet in her face, that I was cold and manipulative.
She didn't understand how I could agree that we needed our space to work on our issues, yet do this to her. That she was tired of me hurting her and showing her that I didn't love her.
