Sent. I stopped sending them because I recognized the downward spiral. I was becoming dependent on outside sources of approval, instead of me approving of me. The broken promises I'm talking about is every promise he's made to me in our entire relationship he has broken, without having the balls to own up to it. He treated me as a sexual object for well over a year, he would frequently use his superior size to intimidate me, he threw me over our couch, he'd punch holes in the wall next to my head after forcing me against it, and he would frequently back me into a corner and yell right in my face. I took his bullshit, his neglect, and his lies for most of our marriage. I was unhappy and depressed. Every week he'd promise me something, and within two days he'd have an excuse as to why he couldn't keep it that time. All the reasons I fell in love with him to begin with were all fabrications, gross exaggerations or outright misstatements of his true self. I made excuses for him and his behavior for two years if not more, and it took a kind word from one of my best friends for me to see that what I deserved better than what I was going through.