The breaking down of all that is important to me.

Months he has undone some of what we built up.
For instance I had told him to just say everything he wanted to. What followed was hard.
He said he had indeed had feelings for a woman I had often questioned his feelings about.
That seeing I had done stupid shit he regretted not having cheated on me with her.
I was shocked, how could one regret not having cheated?
Each day I feel bad about what I did. I will never forgive me. He finds it easier to forgive me than I myself.

I looked at him. You wanted to fuck her and regret not having done so?
No, he scrambled back. I regret that I had such feelings for someone else.
I had to fight him before he finally dared to admit to what he had actually said.

He now tells me he has had doubts for 7 years about staying with me.

He tells me about everything that was difficult.

He simply forgets everything that was nice.

Saying each time, it must be that the nice stuff was not outweighing the rest.
It was that it wasn't important to me.
The complete questioning of everything I find to be based on love.
Now he states there is no basis to our relationship.
He leaves little standing.