I am sorry about all this. I am sorrier than you can probably believe right now. In a way, I feel kind of lost. For the last 7 years, no matter how screwed up I was, I was planning for an us. Now I have just me to plan for. It is odd.
I am sorry for letting my pride make me angry at you. I should have been trying harder to forgive you sooner. Once I opened my mouth about moving out, I had two choices: eat my words or move out. I missed you that morning when you went to work and I have missed you ever since, even when I was angry and bitter. I should have swallowed my pride and eaten my words.
I am sorry that I wasn't a better husband. I always felt like no matter what I did, it would not be enough for you. I shouldn't have surrendered so easily. I wish I could convince you to give it another try. I am tired of seeing happy couples knowing that I am pining away for someone who is sick of me.
You kept asking me why I wanted to try again. All I can answer that with is that I love you and I want to be a family with you. But that wasn't the answer you were looking for.
I do love you and I think that this could work out (but not if you are not into it). I am going to try to respect your decision. But since I do feel the way I do, there will be times when I question it. I will try to keep my mouth shut.