... That I want to separate. I don't expect sympathy, given that a huge part of it was my fault, but I'm a bit of a mess. I feel like I'm living in some sort of nightmare. He just wants everything to be fine but it won't be. We've had this conversation three times before and every time I've stayed and thought it could get better, but it didn't. I've told him I didn't know what we'd both end up wanting but we couldn't carry on like we were or it definitely wouldn't have worked. I feel like the bitch of the century. I'm trying to do the right thing but I'm not sure there is one.