I'm done. My story ends Saturday after dropping off my son at his mum's. All I want to do is take care of the people I love. Last week I doublechecked my life insurance policies and my former partner and my son will both get a nice amount coming their way to help them through life. 
Arrangements have been made with my son's mother and grandmother for him. They know my part in his story is over. 
I can't do it anymore. I'm empty. I'm done fighting.
This breakup and my mother have caused this in part. Growing up this way has partially caused this breakup.
She's still my forever. She'll always be. I'll always look after her and her daughter. I'll always look after my son from the beyond.
Funny thing is that I have made my decision last week and talked to friends about it. I'm happy with my decision. Happier than I have been. I'm at peace. Some friends understand, some have spent the last week trying to talk me out of it. People at work called me 'radiant' the day after I made my decision.