So this guy and I have known each other for four years, but recently started dating in February. A lot of people warned me about him, but I have problems and so does he so I took his excuses and gave him the benefit of the doubt. 

I cut twice because I felt used by him. I felt like I wasn't good enough to be his girlfriend, only good enough to have sex with. His wife committed suicide in 2012 and I think us being together was kind of like a do over for him? Trying to save my life...but with lots of sex. God, sex is so low on the priority list of things I need in my life. I don't think it's even on there. Yes, it was good sex, and yeah I enjoyed having someone want me. But it wasn't worth the cutting, the feeling of being used, the mood swings while on vacation. 

Today I told him I couldn't do it anymore. He took it well, which I knew he would. I haven't cried over it. I don't feel like I'm missing out. I don't feel like we were destined to be together. I just knew he wasn't the person that was going to make me feel special. And that's okay. 

I'm starting a DBT class later this month and I know I've made the right decision by ending this relationship. I feel like now I can start recovering. I feel hopeful. :) 

I know this is kind of a happy post...I'm sorry. I hope you all are doing okay tonight. &lt;3