i should write something...what? i'm not sure...
we broke up last night... it was my decision, and i'm happy with it... incredibly, actually. i was going to marry this man, so you may ask yourself "self, what went wrong?"
good question - so many things, actually... he gets mad because i bring up previous instances that have happened. what else do i have to compare things to? he says i don't talk enough... well, yes, i have my moments, but i talked to him more in a year and a half than i did my ex-husband in 16 years. that my friends is growth...
we are so different, he and i. we differ on work, we differ on hobbies, we differ on the kids. i don't know. he says that i'm running away. no, i'm not, not this time. he says that we should work together to work it out. that's all i have been trying to do. empty promises of "it will get better" and "i'm sorry, i made a mistake, it won't happen again, i promise" have led me to this decision. if i was running away i wouldn't have been here this long. i said a long time ago that if i got married again, it would be the last time, so i am glad that this is over before we got married.
there is love there, buried deep down inside of me, but unfortunately, it's buried so deep that it is locked away in the vault for me to be able to look back on and remember the good times with happiness and joy versus the sadness and sorrow i feel right now
i will always love you
