I'm a horrible person.
It's over...I don't live him anymore....I care for him very much but the spark and the want to spend every minute with him has gone.
So why can't I bring myself to the point where I can tell him this?
Somehow tonight after a bottle of wine I decided going to bed with him was a good idea....10 min's later I couldn't get the feeling that 'it's not right and feels wrong' out if my head so it stopped.
Now he's asleep, I'm horribly sober and on the sofa trying to find some balls to have the talk with him.
I don't see a way I can do this without fucking everything up 