Last night I ended a two year relationship. I was incredibly unhappy and dreaming of leaving for 1 1/2 years, but I was scared and tired. He was never “bad enough” for me to leave, so I put up with being unfulfilled and unhappy instead. 
So last night I somehow found the courage to end it. I’m not particularly proud of the way I did it, but I did the best that I could in that moment. I apologized to him that I couldn’t do it better. He doesn’t agree with my decision, he thinks I should have figured everything else out first and then made a choice, but this is what I needed to do. 
I still can’t believe that I’m finally out. A huge part of me is heartbroken and devastated at losing someone so close to me, but deep down I know that we weren’t good for each other. I miss him so much, all I want to do is feel his arms around me and feel his support, but we’re not right for each other. I was so unhappy. 
I still have a lot to do. I need to find a new place, figure out what I want to do with my life, I need to move out, which is going to be very very difficult… 
Here’s to endings and new beginnings. They’re heartbreaking and scary, and down the line they’ll be worth it. 
❤️❤️❤️