I dated this guy for years, and those years have been bitter and sweet, more of bitter. In between the years, I started developing hatred for him. I have never seen myself being his wife, even when the topic comes up because I will suffer emotionally. His insecurities, A1; emotional instability, A1; selfishness, A1. I’m not saying I’m perfect, which I’m not. I have my flaws which I always admit to, but God forbid I will turn into another man’s punching bag. Regardless of how long we have stayed, I’m ending it. My friends are reminding me of my age and the years we have stayed, which I don’t care about, as if they’ll be the ones to suffer with me.
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