She‘s on a mission to convince herself that he was the problem because it makes it easier for her to live with the decisions she has made. She ruined a good person, who, deep down inside, she still loves. She rather torture him emotionally and mentally, than to communicate with him and accept that he also has feelings. She rather live her life and do her very best to make it seem abundant, rather than concede that she is no better off without him. Rather than accept accountability, she avoids him because he is a reminder of her faults. She is on a self destructive march down the wrong alley, and he is still there trying to save her. She could care less if he lived or died. She could care less that he suffers. She rather it be anyone else to pay the price for her misdeeds. She may have an ounce of love for him left, but that’s all the care she has beneath a cold stone mountain in a place where her heart used to be. He’s growing tired of sacrificing himself. He loves her till death, and perhaps that day is coming sooner than later, but he loves her nonetheless. He loves her enough to stop her march down that alley, and let her feel the consequences before she get too far down that road. He loves her enough to stop protecting her. To open her eyes and let her feel the pain she’s causing  others. He loves her enough to remove the blessings he gave her, and show her what life really is. 
 

He loves her enough to ensure that she understands the weight of his sacrifice, by undoing it all. Perhaps she will soon see what it took to get her to where she is. While he has nothing left, she is still his everything, but she may soon be nothing and no one