<human>: Funny thing is I've tried to break up with her about 2-3 times before due to the fact that she couldn't get it together enough to find a job or at least help out around the house while I paid all the bills.  I'm not saying she needs to live in the kitchen, but you know, relationship teamwork type stuff would have been nice.

Now I can feel this relationship coming to a close.  Basically after 3-4 years of hand holding emotional and financial support, gaining weight and essentially being depressed at her core, she's finally got a decent job, lost 40 lbs, and has new friends.  Bonus: a lot of them newly single guys giving her lots of attention.  She of course naively believes they have no interest in her, but as a heterosexual male, I argue otherwise.  Now she spends as much time away from me as possible, in fact out drinking with "the boys" tonight.  When she does come home, it's straight to bed.

So I'm just preparing now for the big talk about how she needs to move on, as our relationship isn't going anywhere.  While it's not easy emotionally, I've already been through the whole devastating heartbreak thing before, so the thought of being alone isn't that bad.  That said, where I'm at sucks.  I honestly didn't think she'd treat me like a doormat.  I suppose I need to grow some balls for the future :p

Anyone else have the same kind of story?

Can you give me a shortened version of the text?
<bot>: I supported her financially and emotionally while she was unemployed, fat and miserable, and now she's got a great new job, new guy friends and has dropped 40 lbs and is basically spending all her time with people other than me.