I’m going to be talking about my breakup in this post and god knows this is hard to talk about.
Things between us weren’t good. In fact, they were terrible and I know that now and I know I shouldn’t have been in that situation.
As well as being overly possessive, unsupportive and a mental head fuck he was just a downright cactus.
Don’t get me wrong he had his good points, he had a great sense of humour, bedroom department wasn’t bad lol… loads of things in common like fandoms etc.
So basically he lived a 4-hour drive away, so we didn’t get to see each other often but when we did it was amazing… until like 6 months in and I have no idea what happened.
I got a job and he really didn’t like it because I would happen to be working with other guys and the fact I had to stay at my place of work overnight sometimes. we were on the verge of breaking up over me getting a damn job? I have a daughter I have to provide so obviously he knew id choose the job. We only ever argued when I was working or when I was having to stay there overnight… I’d receive texts like “You’re boring” Or “The spark just isn’t there anymore” then want to be with me and not expect me to be hurt by that?
Finally came to a head when he was messaging another girl, long story short I pretty much found out right away and called him out on his bullshit but somehow still ended up being my fault?
I’ve never ever in my life broken up with someone and felt so shit and unworthy of anything then when I did with him… it still gets me now I am worthy to be loved? Or am I just too damaged?
Who knows.
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The Unspeakable Truth. 