He’d been so distant lately. It never felt like anything you could do or say was right. It was always met with bored, uninterested replies. You felt like things were only getting worse when you would speak, so you tried to stop. Tried to stop interacting. It hurt too much. You kept coming back. Who could blame you, when he’d promised you forever? Promised he could love you?

But were you enough? Of course not! Why would you ever be enough? You can’t even get yourself out of bed in the morning. It takes effort to feed yourself. It takes energy just to remind yourself that you’re real. So please tell me, how could you ever think you were enough for him?