Last month I broke up with my girlfriend of over a year and a half. The relationship went through so much and changed, just like we did. We did long distance for a long time before we were able to move closer. She was my first everything: girlfriend, kiss, sex. She was the only person with whom I have ever been in love. But we each had our issues with the other; I didn't like how much she smoked pot and she didn't like my (female) bestfriend. We fought a lot and compromised a lot, though I began to realise I was the one sacrificing more. Pot really did come before me for a long time; when people say you can't get addicted, I just think of her. But I always cmpromised and even smoked with her a couple times. But she never could accept my friend; The fight that started it was about my friend's picture being on our family fridge (I didn't even put it up), for god's sake. She did a lot of bad and hurtful things that I excused because I thought it was the right thing to do, and she made me feel guilty for wanting to leave instead of "working on it", but I was the only one who ever worked on it. So I had to end things with a girl I am still very much in love with. It was like an infected limb. It had to go to save my life, but it's a hell of a lot harder with just one arm.