It's been over a month you bloody arse.

If you're ending it just tell me via letter. I don't want to see you.

I wish you could understand how difficult this is for me. I wish you were able to see all the changes I've made, however small, and the sacrifices I'm allowing for the family you desire. But you can't, and don't, and none of this likely matters anyway as you haven't spoken to me in over a month. I know more of what's happened in your brother's life than yours, which is fucking ridiculous. This is all ridiculous.

Forget talking. I don't think we should. We're only prolonging the inevit

I'm off at half past five. My place?