The problem with a controlling man is they know exactly how to play with your emotions. I love him so fucking much it hurts. I literally feel like I'm missing something now, like incomplete. I'm glad I realized how controlled I actually was before it was too late. It still doesn't make it any easier. Today is the first day without him and is the last day I am going to cry over him. Tomorrow I am going to pick myself up and move on. It's going to be hard but I can do it.