You didn't congratulate me on my promotion to office manager.
You didn't wish me a happy 40th birthday.
You didn't wish me a happy 41st birthday.
You were not around when I found out I have Gastroparisis.
You watched me struggle with severe clinical depression when you had the remedy that would have stopped it all, but you didn't.
When I was in a minor fender bender, you didn't call or email to make sure I was okay.
The communication stopped for something I did not do.
None of these things sound like how you would treat someone you LOVE.
Now its too late.
The damage has been done.
There is no going back, and nothing will ever fix it.