The real goodbye

Well we said the real goodbye this morning. Yes. I still love you, but I know now that you're toxic for me. Our fight on the phone last night had me begging for compassion -- you couldn't find it. When we said goodbye this morning as you headed home to "our" house 1,000 miles away, leaving me alone in a one month rental, you seemed more like your old good self.

Did I see you look down to wipe a tear away as I drove off? Or were you texting your new supply to tell her you are finally free?

I hate what you've done to me. I hate that I allowed myself to become weak, so that you could feel stronger. But I don't hate you. I pity you. Even as we end a 15 year relationship, you can't feel anything.

Tt