That text, I retread it. I don't see a want to reconcile anymore. I read someone who at best doesn't know. Still loves me but not in love with me. Still has no time for me and doesn't want to make it. Still deflects with excuse after excuse.

I mean come on. "I lost the passion"? I gave her 14 years as best I could. I have nothing else to interest her.

Here's the thing. I don't know if I said this before. When we first dated, she was in a bad place. Broke, single mother with no support, lost her job. I think when she saw me she saw a guy that wanted to be there for her. I think she had an idea in her head of what she wanted based on what she needed. I think that when she stopped needing, I didn't make sense anymore. Maybe I'm full of crap. It just seems that way right now.

Resentment occurs when we aren't doing what we need to care for ourselves, though we expect others to do it for us.