Dramatic post is dramatic.
Look... you cheated on me with Harry three times six months ago after you'd refused to look in my direction for months. You said you were in love with him and had been and still are. You said he was perfect for you. You said the only reason you haven't divorced me is because I would kill myself. You said our joint account was in name only and that everything that was supposed to be ours was actually just yours. You never want to do anything with me, even though I try so hard and ask you all the time, whether it's dancing or shopping or anything else, and you never ask me to do anything with you. You've been ignoring my existence for half a year, longer than that really. You haven't said a single nice or decent or kind thing to me in all that time... and then you wouldn't even talk to me about fixing it or getting a divorce and you mocked me about me getting nothing even if we did get one, like our marriage was some kind of con or something...
And that's just in the past year.
I love you. I love you more than anyone could love you, and I tried to kill you. If after everything, you still can't reconcile those two facts, if you can't understand, then you either haven't been paying attention to a single thing all this time or you don't care worth a damn. I love you. And I killed you. And I was wrong to do that, but frankly... I would have preferred that fate myself to everything you've put me through in the past year. I really would have. I kind of still would.
You didn't deserve to die, but... I had reasons for doing what I did, for feeling how I felt...trapped...and unloved, and betrayed. I had some very logical reasons for doing what I did, and there were some very rational plus sides to getting you out of my life like that. Obviously, I was wrong about all of it. I understand you don't trust me anymore and don't want to be with me anymore and haven't really been in love with me in a while. I'm not stupid or oblivious. I understand that you and everyone else think I'm crazy. But I'm not. Yes, I did a crazy thing, but I'm not crazy.
I'm not giving you your money back, it's no longer under my name and you will never find it again, so don't bother looking. Just send me the papers and I'll sign them and be out of your hair for good.
I am sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I made a mistake that I regretted from the very moment it happened. I don't expect you to forgive me, but that's alright, because I don't expect I'll be forgiving you anytime soon either.
And that's just in the past year.
I love you. I love you more than anyone could love you, and I tried to kill you. If after everything, you still can't reconcile those two facts, if you can't understand, then you either haven't been paying attention to a single thing all this time or you don't care worth a damn. I love you. And I killed you. And I was wrong to do that, but frankly... I would have preferred that fate myself to everything you've put me through in the past year. I really would have. I kind of still would.
You didn't deserve to die, but... I had reasons for doing what I did, for feeling how I felt...trapped...and unloved, and betrayed. I had some very logical reasons for doing what I did, and there were some very rational plus sides to getting you out of my life like that. Obviously, I was wrong about all of it. I understand you don't trust me anymore and don't want to be with me anymore and haven't really been in love with me in a while. I'm not stupid or oblivious. I understand that you and everyone else think I'm crazy. But I'm not. Yes, I did a crazy thing, but I'm not crazy.
I'm not giving you your money back, it's no longer under my name and you will never find it again, so don't bother looking. Just send me the papers and I'll sign them and be out of your hair for good.
I am sorry. I'm sorry I hurt you. I made a mistake that I regretted from the very moment it happened. I don't expect you to forgive me, but that's alright, because I don't expect I'll be forgiving you anytime soon either.