I really don’t want to. I love him to bits, but I don’t want him to end up hating me. He’s so sick of the fighting, the drama, the extremes, the yelling and the crying. I think he’d be better of with someone who isn’t me. Someone who can take a joke and not be so serious all the time. Somebody who isn’t so needy, someone who doesn’t get angry and frustrated at the smallest things, somebody who thinks and feels the same way he does about most stuff. Someone who can control their emotions, someone who doesn’t need reassurance all the time, someone who isn’t bratty, spoiled and selfish as he so puts it. Maybe then he’d be happy, and I want his happiness even above my own. Just as long as he doesn’t hate me. I’d rather him be able to look back on the relationship and say “it was good for the most part but just didn’t work.” At this rate, I’m gonna make him hate me, and I think that would hurt much more than if he just left me.