Yeah… the title pretty much says it all. We broke up, for those of you a little more thickly skulled. I didn’t break it off, I rarely do. But she made me feel so miserable because I could do nothing to help her, she caught me in a vicious cycle and this was the only way out. It was ultimately her decision however, I would have kept by her if she was willing to make the commitment to change into someone with even a little better self-esteem, but I guess I meant less to her than her need to hate herself… I have to wonder something though…
Am I a bad person for wanting her to change for me?
I won’t be getting any sleep tonight whatever the case…
