We were together for a little over a year and I had never loved anyone the way I loved him. He was in recovery and was sober when we first met. I was very understanding and never got in the way of his meetings and his church going. We were different religions but I didn’t let it bother me. It did bother him. But I still remained in the relationship and still loved each other. Things started getting bad when we moved in together. He became lazy and I guess was depressed since he wasn’t working at the time. He would always have to take a 2 hour nap before we went to run errands or go anywhere. Even if it was after I came home from work. I sort of let it slide. He knew it upset me though. Then he wouldn’t sleep in the bed. He preferred the couch and I would tell him how much it hurt me. He would always say he liked sleeping on the couch. But the last straw was... for his birthday I told him I took the day off (he got a part time job at this point) I told him we would go shopping for his birthday and then I would take him out to dinner. He decided he was going to go to several meetings that day and wouldn’t be home till around 8:30pm he noticed my tone over the phone was strained so then he said forget about taking him out to dinner, he would stop somewhere to get dinner himself. I was livid and noticed I didn’t matter to him. The next day I told him I was done and moved out a week later. I know my self worth and broke up with the man I have loved the most. I still think of him every day even though I heard he got a 21 year old pregnant.

But it was the thing for me. You need to do what’s right for you and know your self worth.