After about a year of trying to "nicely" break up with my boyfriend, only to be guilted back into it, not that I didn't have feelings for him, but I knew it was going nowhere.....I BROKE UP WITH HIM. He has called me some of the worst things I've ever been called. "I used him", "I'm the coldest person he's ever met", "Go to hell", "I made a date for next weekend"...and I'm relieved. Go ahead and hate me. Better than living a life of just feeling bad for your sorry ass and keeping you around. Go, be merry! Live life to the fullest! Just thought I'd share.
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