I hate that I cannot imagine my life without her. I hate it how I am so mad at her, and so mad at some of the immature things she does, but I still cannot get her off my mind. She says she wants to be independent, but I cannot help but want to help her. I hate it that I care about her so much. I hate it that I love(d) her so much. I hate that I want to see her succeed in life. I hate that she is so "fine" with all of this. I hate how all of this madness does not even seem to sadden her. I hate how she doesn't seemed hurt from this. I hate the truth. I hate how the one time I knew that she was telling the truth was when she said she wanted to leave me. I hate how I gave up everything, but am not the one hurting. I hate how the good guys finish last. I hate knowing what my future consists of.....or in this case, doesn't consist of. I hate the hurt and the pain. I hate the feeling of holding tears back. I hate the loneliness. I hate that I do not come home to a loving wife everyday. All I wanted was to be loved back. I did not think that was too much to ask for from the woman I love(d) more than anything. I guess... I was wrong.
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