A month ago he told me he's no longer in love with me, but exhausted and tired. He is trying to find a place of happiness that doesn't include me. He is cold and distant and I am in constant pain. He asked me how he is supposed to continue writing his new book of poetry when it was based on his conception of our love being eternal and unconditional? He asked me to feel bad for him, but I could only nurse my broken, shattered heart. I am finally at a place in my life where depression and abuse are no longer issues. I can give of myself happily and wholly and, now, he doesn't want me. I try to be concerned for his writing, since he says it is suffering, but I wonder where his sympathy for my broken heart is? Am I being selfish?
In tears, I begged him, "Is there no feeling of being in love left inside of you for me? None whatsoever?"
He replied, "No, darling. None."
What do I believe in now?