It’s not you, it’s me.

Okay, it’s partly you.

And by partly, I mean mainly you.

I’ve met someone.

My priorities have shifted.

This is just a really busy time in my life.

I am still aching over a past broken heart.

I have been diagnosed with a terminal illness.

My therapist says I really need a dog right now more than a partner.

I’m sleeping with my therapist.

I have philosophical challenges with the way your parents raised you.

I am allergic to your favorite food.

My family really needs me right now.

You want things I can’t give you.

I don’t want any of the things you want.

Our interests are so different.

You don’t like my friends.

I hate your friends.

You have no friends.

I’m looking for something less casual.

I need something more stable.

I’m only into flings.

My notion of love and commitment is different to yours.

I will mess this up. I cheat.

It’s hard for me to be honest with a partner and you deserve more.

You are passive aggressive, clingy and clearly have over-commitment issues.

I am too honest for you.

I’m moving on.

I’m moving on UP.

I’ve found God.

Ezy Reading is out every month.