"I did want you," she said, her own voice pained. "That's... That's the point, isn't it? Why do we have to keep working through things? Why do you have to keep proving you're faithful? Why are we having to jump through a thousand different hoops to find our happy. Why can't we just be happy? We can't," she said softly, defeated. "It's too much. It wasn't like this before. People weren't watching us this close. I-I," she stumbled over words, feeling her own heart rate pick up. Anxiety was starting to cloud her thoughts, but she knew she had to stick to her guns. The fact she had put this off for so long was what was making it so much harder for her now.
"I love you Miguel, so much, but it isn't enough. It isn't nearly enough for us to be able to make this work anymore," she had tears filling her own eyes, she was so glad she had an exit strategy in hand. If she hadn't, she'd have likely found a reason to stay. To hold him while he cried, make love again, try for that magical baby that she thought would fix things. It'd only make it worse, there was already a baby coming, and it wasn't in her belly.