I finally did it

I made an anonymous post the other day about how miserable I am with my boyfriend. I’ll post the screenshots in the comments so y’all don’t have to search for it.

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Anyways, I finally did it. I finally broke up with him. I just couldn’t do it anymore. The sadness was overwhelming. It was draining me emotionally. But I feel so much relief now. I feel at ease.

His main concern is me “moving on with someone else”. And I told him that I want to heal myself before I damage someone the way he has damaged me. I did, although, say that I do plan on going out on dates and hanging out with my friends (male & female) now that I don’t have to have permission to do so. But only when he has our daughter.

We’ve discussed co-parenting. Once I get a job, he will get her during those hours and I will get her once I’m off. We will switch weekends. We will figure out what to do on holidays when those times come. Not going to court but we will remain civil for the sake of our daughter.

I told him to find someone that’s good for him but also good to our daughter. I don’t wanna hear her tell me that step mama is bad to her. And it’s the same for whenever I find someone.

I’m still under his roof because I’m gonna pack all of my stuff up with week and move in with my grandma this weekend. I really don’t want to live with her but it’s better than nothing. As long as my daughter has a home, I’m fine.

I couldn’t hold on until the end of the year. The pain was unbearable. I couldn’t even fake smile anymore. This is for the best. I’m happy but will be happier when I move out.