I can't stand you. You're not a man, you're a boy with money. You're pathetic. You want me to rot in this hellhole of a relationship, don't you? We don't have sex because you repulse me, we don't go out because I can't stand to be near you, and we don't talk because I don't like you. Why did I have to SIGN A FUCKING LEASE? What will it take for you to dump me? I try to drop hints by sulking around the house, because I want to be put out of my misery. The person you were when we met has turned into a pussy, and if you were a real man, you wouldn't take this shit. We'll, here's a fucking clue: There is no future! A couple of months, and it's all OVER. I will never again have to deal with your ugly, boring, close-minded pussy ass. Please dump me: I'm not sure that I'll make it through these last two months, and I don't want to be responsible for the rent. --Anonymous