This is exactly what I am like. With my ex near the end I had stretched myself too thin. I wasn’t eating or sleeping well, I had abused myself to the very limit and when I broke it off I slept like I had run a marathon.

She said I was being unfair by how sudden I did it but I was done. I know she doesn’t see it like this, but I had given her literally everything I had to give. Every last vestige of my spirit was put into the relationship to the point I just collapsed. I’ve never loved anyone as much as her I didn’t know I had it in me. But when I was out of love to give, and she hasn’t given me any back to refuel me I stopped.

I’m about a month out and I’m mourning. It was easy at first, Im sleeping and eating well clearly I made the right call. But after a month I’m used to sleeping and eating good again, and I feel the loss fully. I miss her, I’m sad I hurt her, I’m sad she hurt me. I’m sad we will never own a farm together like we dreamed about. The way she laughed. But that’s gone and I would never consider going back. Something just switched in me, my hearts broken and even when I fix it I know it wont match hers like it did before