Today, I anticipated terminating my current relationship. Because it is inevitable. Because it is getting uglier by the day. She says she loves me and I give her great joy.

Yet I am merely fond of her.

She needs more of me than I am able to give. The resulting friction feeds a simmering toxic soup of resentment which will overflow very soon.
...and the relationship will end.

Am I a selfish, self-centered bastard? Probably, but that is beside the point. For whose benefit is this arrangement we call a 'relationship'? Hers and mine. We are not happy. I don't believe there is enough in this relationship to fight for. We have been dating for 5 and a half weeks. Her use of the L word cannot allow me to ignore my lack of special feelings towards her. We had some great times, but now it is time to move on. Sorry but true.

Here's to friends.