Though you seemed every bit close to perfection even calming my cat when she would arrive with tufts of hair displaced due to another cat fight, it wasn’t until I needed the end that your manipulation would come into play. I told you I needed time and space, that I had changed and I was scared of the change in me to solidify if I didn’t call attention to it immediately.  I asked for your understanding and blessing, in a sense, but rather, you gave me word after word in hopes of creating doubt in my own being.  You told me things like, “You’re not right in your mind,” and, “You’ll regret this later,” or, “You don’t really want to do this alone.  I need to be here with you.  You’ll fail by yourself.”  I never knew that the “love” that poured from your mouth was so doubtful of the shell I represent. I broke down last night, guilty of hurting you, crying through breaking words.  I didn’t want to hurt anyone but I am exhausted.  I’m exhausted in putting myself second to any and every thing.  ”I feel like I need to inhale,” I told you, wiping my face of the wetness.  I just need myself right now. And you blame me now for your bad day, week, month, or year and I deeply apologized.  We’re all wounded angels on this Earth; I’m no different.  But when wounds split open to create a deep void, it’s time I give myself some long attention for my own well-being’s sake.  I just wish you would understand. You say you love me, then you surely understand.