This is why it will end:

• We sit on the couch. I'm trying not to weep at a heart breaking scene. You laugh because the cartoon character has square fingers.
• We sit on the couch. The wild child is dying alone in the wild, after possibly eating some poisoned roots. I'm working on the computer, silently crying. You say "This is a really well done movie".
  
• I often feel like we will never have sex again. There is no pull, only push.
  
• On rare occasions I will laugh with you - if I'm drunk.
• My childhood dream of getting married and living happily ever after is an infinity away from this new reality I'm crawling through.
• You are part of a society of robots and I am angry you asked me to move to this horrible country.
  
• The new relationship charm is wearing off. I'm drowning. You are incapable of saving me.
• I want us both to be happy. I don't see how we could possibly achieve this together.