I broke up with him and Jesus, this is hard. It's supposed to be easy, right? My decision means I don't get to cry about it. But I invested two and a half years waiting for him to change, trying to poke him into living life.
Can't, anymore.
I keep waiting for people to tell me I made the right call, but when they do, I am just as unsatisfied as before. It means I need to stop seeking approval in others. It means I haven't accepted my decision yet.
Working on it.