I'm really so sorry. Anger is the only defence I can use to deal with the confusion and the pain inside. I know you must be so disappointed in me. But perhaps that'll make things easier for both of us. To get on with our lives.
I hope that one day, you'll be able to forgive me.... for not being able to be strong for us. I just want to love you freely, yet I can't and all this pretending and masks will only kill me eventually. Self-preservation is necessary I guess.
Te quiero.. imperfect as it may be.