You are hurt. And your are hurting me. I love you very much but I love myself more than the live you have shown to me. I can no longer endure the emotional and psychological abuse while trying to support and help you as a partner. My arm can only reach so far. I am not your therapist, your mom, your god, and I am not the people who hurt you before I even came along. Your unpredictable world wind of emotions and outburst concern me. Your periods of sulking followed by days upon days of no sleeping at all concerns me. You need something that I cannot give you: therapy and to rebuild your relationship with God. Healing is what your need. And though you have rejected therapy, I will no longer try to convince you to go. I am giving you space to heal in hopes that some time apart with being clarity and space for healing on both our parts. I will be here for you. If you need, ask. But I am not longer going to love you in a way that puts myself in harms way. You’ve got to do this on your own. I have faith in you and believe in you.

With love,