I’ve made you resent me. Its a little ironic that while I was trying to make things better I only made them worse.  I think this is the first time in my life where talking hasn’t worked the way it should.

I don’t know if it was your unwillingness to talk, or me pushing you into it.I’m sorry for making you talk about something that you didn’t want to talk about.

I’m not sure there is anything I can do to get rid of the resentment you have towards me; I believe that is something that you have to want to do.

I’m not even sure I know exatctly why you resent me. Because I couldn’t get over something? Because I wanted to talk about it? I don’t know.

If we end up breaking up over this, I’m not going to place the blame all one me. You resenting me, makes me scared.

And here I am..saying basicly the same thing over and over again.