A few years ago I entered what would become a very serious relationship, only for love to die out in a similar way to the rest of us: inevitably and painfully. Things were basically great until they weren't, and she started making fun of me and acting disappointed when my anxiety would hold me back from going out and doing all the things she wanted to do. Things got bad, and then much worse. I still can't help but feel like I said and did awful things to make her turn against me both as a friend and as a lover. I suppose these things happen, but I still feel the emotional scars from being a bad partner and I honestly don't feel like I'm capable of love any longer.