We've been here before, this wretched lonely place. Look around you, honey, don't you recognize the landmarks? There's the miscommunication on our part, and simple complications that shouldn't escalate into something else, but they do anyway. There are grudges held for too long, and in time, distrust builds a wall between us. This happens again and again.
In the course of this one way trip we're on, we never seem to get past this point, and I'm afraid that I'm the only one who can see that we've been going round in circles. How did you get this oblivious?
We were supposed to be a fairy tale story, but now I see that we're on very different pages. I wish we could go back to the beginning, but I don't even know if you care enough to want to do that.