He's tired of it. I think we're going to break up. Maybe I'm just meant to be alone. I'm just like my mother. I am am idiot that doesn't appreciate the good. I don't know how to love. I am verbally abusive. I have a choice to say things and I always choose the bad. All these years of trying not to be like her, these years I have used to be exactly like her. I will only get worse probably. Maybe I'll just go back to the meds that made me lose my sex drive and lose him that way. Or the medication that gave me restless leg syndrome. That's more pleasant than this.