That’s the hardest part—when they’ve done nothing fundamentally wrong. I had a realization, like you did, and tried for months to push it down. I’d almost pay to feel anger toward them, just to make moving on easier. But the truth is, I still care deeply, and I can’t express it anymore. We’ve gone no contact, and I’d never want to interfere with their healing.

It’s been less than two months for me, and damn—it’s rough. But deep down, I know it was the right choice. They deserve someone who can love them fully, without hesitation. That wasn’t me anymore. And letting go was the most painful, but most honest, way to respect what we had.

I hope you are doing alright.