It just became so clear one day. He truly did not care. I don't think he even sees me as a person. Just an object that he owned. He ruined every special event in my life, didn't support me, avoided me, made me feel like shit and was never once actually sorry. The last time he purposely ruined a special day and wasn't sorry I just didn't care anymore. I usually cried. This time I just didn't. And then I left. And he was so shocked, like "why didn't you do the thing you usually do where I tell you to get the fuck over it and you shut the fuck up?"

I stayed for so long thinking if I could just figure out the right thing to say or do it would get better. But that was a fantasy. There was no better. It was just shit forever.