I spend about 80% of my time wishing the next argument will be the last. If I wasn't dependent on you to keep the other half of the finances taken care of, I'd likely let this end. I loved you before, and I feel like I love you every time I say it. But, every argument sets me one step closer to wanting a permanent end.
I don't want to do this to you. I don't feel like I have another choice. I can't keep this up forever. I'm miserable.