Anonymous

I’m in the early breakup stages of a two-year relationship. You know what the worst part of it is? Knowing that it is solely my fault.

1. You shut the world out when you’re with him.

Don’t you see that you two are finished? And that he has happily moved on?

1. He uses your past against you.

Educate yourself.

Before I met him, I was part of the Tumblr feminists. I was a hardcore, misogynist-hating feminist who swallows whatever text post pops up on my dashboard. I questioned nothing.

I was married, but I was more alone than ever.

I’m not letting on about my discoveries yet. It’s been surprisingly easy since it’s so shocking, it’s almost not real anyway.

After I told my mother, she yelled at me for being so upset and shouted, largely out of frustration, “What am I supposed to do now? She was a child?” I ran out of my house crying, furious with her.

A few months later, his wife got pregnant and I think his world was crashing down before his eyes.

You’re going to read this. Right now.

5. You hate everyone and feel hated by everyone.