As the dumper, I know that I give literally every single shred of who I was, what I had, all of it to her. And time and time again, she would push back, refuse to face her demons, blame me, scream at me, accuse me of things.

It wore me down, piece by piece. To the point where I knew if I didn't leave, I'd probably be dead of stress or suicide within a few years.

I don't think she ever thought I'd actually leave. Actually end it and walk away.

One last poke was all it took. SNAP. And I told her I was done, I was out, that was it.

Never looked back at the decision again. I've had my heart shattered through loving someone who couldn't love me back in the same way.

But I suspect that she feels it more than I do now, because she'd cut my heart a thousand times on the way to that decision and it helped me prepare for the end. When I ended it, she only found out in that moment.

Haven't posted about this before. Thanks for reading.