Leaving a toxic relationship.

I have to grow up. It’s time to say goodbye to the most fiery, intense, addicting love I’ve ever had and move on. Communication has been very limited lately. I went out of town with family and he hasn’t called at all; we’ve only spoken when I called. We haven’t spoken all day today. Our last convo was about him continuing to do things I’ve repeatedly asked him not to. My last text to him questioned compromising about things we don’t agree on; he never responded. I’m doing this all wrong (having f2f convos via text). I’m constantly questioning his behavior because he’s been unfaithful before and I chose to “try and forgive him” but I’m really trying to micromanage him to prevent it from happening again. That’s not my job and I’ve become an insane person thinking I can do so. “Working it out” is much harder than I thought. Part of me feels he hasn’t even put in the effort. Anyway, it’s time to move on because this just isn’t healthy — never has been. So I took a moment to write a note to him. And I cried. I decided not to send it; not to reach out at all and give us both the space needed. Typical me would’ve called or text by now. If he ever contacts me, which I’m sure he will eventually, I’ll tell him then. It’s really just time to let go... this immature, cyclical game we’re playing has to stop. I need to work on me, find some peace, and love me better. This obsession I misrepresented for love must be cut at the root and never allowed to grow again.