I’ve put myself in a situation where I preemptively moved out to give her a taste of what she does or I should say, what I thought would have done to me again. It doesn’t feel good. It doesn’t feel like love. It doesn’t make sense how she could do it so many times and make it look so easy. It doesn’t make sense that she would take me back. My insides are upside down. It is not my idea of love. It feels like a nightmare. Guess that’s why I’m even on here, because this is a nightmare too— Internet advice forums where someone who halfway reads a messy summary of a fight can say I’ve never loved her.

I hate when people speak in absolutes.