He’ll miss you the moment he realizes you never needed him but you chose him. And he should have seen the value in that.
It’s getting up and going to the gym instead of laying in bed and crying.
You’ve made it clear you need someone and he likes that someone needs him.
What happens when your heart isn’t broken, but it doesn’t feel full either?
They aren’t your friend. Because friends wouldn’t fuck with how you feel taking complete advantage of it. Friends wouldn’t lead you on like they have. And friends sure as hell don’t wake up in bed next to each other saying it meant nothing.
But depression has a way of doing that. It’s turns everything it touches dark. Including you sometimes.
She’s going to analyze it to the core trying to see where you came from. She’s going to talk to her friends and feel horrible for days. She’s going to blame herself.
No one realizes how bad an emotionally abusive relationship actually is.
Do you still dream of working for that company on the East Coast? Have you made amends with your mother yet? Do you still watch those infuriatingly pretentious films and play shitty covers of depressing songs that used to make me cry?
I don’t know what a life without out you would even look like or feel like. But I do know this might be better for both of us.