It was getting a little bit easier by the day, just a little bit until that day I moved my stuff out. I thought "Now that I have nothing to go back home for, there will be no reason to come back to this place of hurt" but no. You had to tell me you still loved me and missed me. How do you think that made me feel? I am trying not to cling to any shreds of hope anymore and yet you continually say things to rekindle the spark. You KNOW I still love you, if you really don't want me to hold out any hope for us, stop telling me that you love me. I'm so confused and torn about the words you say versus your actions. Your actions don't emulate a person who loves, misses or even cares about me in the slightest, but your words say just that. You are lost, confused, ashamed and possibly even afraid of what you're becoming, and every day I feel like the man I fell in love with dies a little bit more. I know you'd say don't blame her. It has nothing to do with her,