“My Love, I love you more than I've ever loved before. I feel so fortunate to have you. So wh…”

My Love, I love you more than I've ever loved before. I feel so fortunate to have you. So when I say that sometimes I hurt wondering if I am being told by you that my understanding of our shared reality is wrong all the time, know that hurt scars me deeply. The scars are so deep and raw that I'm not sure if I could fully recover from them, and that scares me. What would it mean for us, my psyche? How do I truly heal from it, from being told by one of the most important people in my life that everything that goes wrong with us is first my fault? How long can I last trying desperately to resolve conflict with you, and your apologies are given after wearing me down to despair? I'm tired, my love, and we both struggle so much. I don't want us to ever end, and yet it might have to one day. One day, I might be too scarred and worn to dust, and no one wants that. I love you, let's try to avoid this. Let's help each other.