When do I actually have to live for me and not anybody else? When exactly do I have to become an adult? The first 18 years, I lived for my parents. From 18, I had to live for my man. Eventually, we give birth to a child, and I have to live for my children, so now when do I actually have to live for myself? My frontal lobe is not even developed yet. I don’t even know myself fully yet. I’m still stuck deciding what career path I want to choose. Will I even have a career path of my own? At this point, I don’t even want to be in any relationship. This is not the adulting I looked forward to; I want a life of my own. I’m just 21, and I have to live like a 28-year-old. I want my life before a man, now that I think about it. He keeps saying he wants me to have my life, yet he keeps deciding for me. I want to break up. I’m tired. This relationship is exhausting me. It’s draining me. I don’t even have a mind of my own. I want a career before a family. I feel like I’m being groomed. I want my life back. How do I break up with him without drama?
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