So, I decided to leave this guy who I had thought was "the one"....turns out he wasn't. He was nothing but an alcohalic who never actually cared about anyone but himself. I'm giving him time to sit back and think about what happened. Maybe he'll try to change; maybe he'll stay the same. Who knows.
As much as i loved him, and as much as i wish I could have helped him, I realized that if he didn't want to, it wouldn't have happened, and I was just only wasting my time trying to get him to get that he was destroying not only his life, but mine as well. I'm going to miss him, but I'm not going to miss his stupid drunkness. Maybe this was good for both of us in the end.
Then why do I feel so guilty?
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