This tattoo frees me

So. Recently I went through a bad breakup. We were long distance, he’s in the Air Force. We were engaged and to be married in September and we could finally be together. We hadn’t seen each other in almost a year due to our lives being so busy and hectic. He’s the only thing that made me happy and I could only imagine ever being with him. We had our life planned together. He was in love with me. Or so he said. I finally was able to plan a trip there for 9 days, taking off from work and everything to drive 10 hours one way. He thought I was leaving Saturday morning but I surprised him and after working all night and getting off at 12:30 AM I drove after work where I work at a bar, got up there at 11:30 Saturday morning and we were so happy together. Amazing sex. Amazing laughs. We were finally the normal couple together for 5 days. Those 5 days were full of everything we talked about while not being able to see each other. But one day he woke up and decided he didn’t love me the same. He wanted to be friends. And that’s when my life changed and crashed and my heart broke. I didn’t see that coming. I never would’ve guessed after the 5 days we just had he would’ve broken up with me. So I didn’t let him talk. I didn’t wanna talk. I got up and packed my stuff, handed him his hoodies back, the promise ring, and the engagement ring. He tried to hug me and I shrugged it off and left. He was crying and I was holding it back but let me tell you seeing him cry was the hardest thing mentally and physically. Mentally it was confusing. He broke my heart and he’s the one crying. Physically holding back the tears was hard. So I drove and after an hour I called and asked if this is what he wanted and he said yes. So that was it. I drove halfway home and stayed in a hotel and I was looking through my bag and found my promise ring. The one thing I didn’t want because that ring was the promise we made, especially him to buy that and promise, he would replace that ring with a bigger one, one that meant we’d get married, and be forever. And he did replace it. But he replaced it with a ring that he took away. I had to explain to my family what happened. And I didn’t even tell them the truth. I told them it was mutual but it wasn’t. It was the last thing I wanted so far from mutual. I came home and I felt so empty. I had to pack all the stuff he’d sent me. The hoodies. The bears. The cards. Everything and they’re in a box in the corner of my room. I didn’t know if I’d get through it. I was sleeping 15 hours a day. I didn’t eat for 2 weeks because the thought of food made me want to throw up. I was deteriorating. But I finally started talking to new people. I was finally eating. And of course like every girl I was on Pinterest. And I saw a bible verse and I realized I’d be okay. And that verse stuck with me for a few days and I finally got it. And while getting it tattooed I could’ve cried. I felt like it was taking him from me and getting rid of him. It was freeing me from him. And now I feel free. I feel like I can breathe and be with other people. This tattoo is probably the best thing I’ve done in my life.