It will happen eventually of course. He’ll tire of me, tire of trying to talk sense into me. Tire of trying to make me see things his way. Then he’ll drop me at last. And it will be such a relief when it finally happens. The suspense of waiting for the inevitable is much worse than the reality will be. Sure, it will hurt like the nine hells when he finally gives up.
Projecting is the doom of a relationship. Or at least, it prevents one from being happy in a relationship.
