The death of a relationship is like the death of a loved one from a disease wich is terminal. You try your bset to keep it alive doing your very bst though you are aware of the fact that the writing is on the wall.
Its like being in an overloaded sinking boat, you are trying to keep afloat. As the boat starts to sink, you throw your ego first, then goes your self-respect,your friends are next, then your family. Its only then that you realise that the chances of the godforsaken boat surviving are nill.
It hurts, after all you did whatever was possible, but then such is life. It leads to a lot of pain and misery and you get into introspection, what was the mistake? Where did it all go wrong?
While there are no readymade answers to this question, I feel that it is again the comparison to the the dead man earlier. The man could have survived had there been an early diagnosis. Every relationship gives you tell tale signs of what it is leading to. "I love you" fifty times does not serve the purpose unfortunately.
Better to get out when you are still sane rather than waiting to die.
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