It’s not you, it’s me

So, I decided that I wanted out of my relationship. I had decided a while back, but I just could not bring myself to tell the person who I’d shared my life with for such a long time.

I was no longer interested in trying to save anything, although no salvaging was required, as the relationship was just okay. I just no longer wanted to be in it.

I decided to do the cowardly thing, and text him my break-up message. I told him that I wanted to break up, and I asked him not to contest my will, and of course like any man you tell not to do something, he did exactly what I asked him not to do.

He wanted to know why I wanted to leave him, told me that I was in his plans, asked me what he was supposed to do. Of course, I had not thought past the point of me saying that I wanted to break up, so I had no concrete answer to give him, nothing convincing enough to make him see that being with me was no longer an option. I was stumped.

So I just hung up, and sat there pondering, unable to formulate a response to his question.

I knew I had hurt him with the mere suggestion of even being apart, but what was I to do, I no longer wanted to be his or him to be mine.