I tried to be gentle as it hurts me more to cause pain than to have it inflicted on me, but his reaction was again to accuse me of infidelity, of shutting him out for shutting me out, of all sorts of absurd things. I finally lost my temper and told him that whatever our relationship was at the start, it had degraded into something completely unhealthy and that I couldn't live with such misery any more. I then went into the house. He rested on my front stoop for something like a half and hour before wandering off.
There's really no nice way to tell someone that you'd rather be alone than with them, is there. If there's one thing I'm particularly proud of, it's my honesty. Still, I feel sick for having said what I did.
(from Grimpen Mire)