Things are never going to change. He's never going to be less abusive. He's never going to be there for me when I need him. He's never going to help me get through anything. I'm learning that I have to stop expecting things from him. The problem is that I still expect him to be kind, compassionate, and helpful, especially in regards to me having bipolar and borderline personality disorder. I have to stop expecting anything from him. On meds or off, good days or bad, I'm on my own. He's a liar. A cheater. An abuser. His version of love is a distorted and selfish one. I think he finally broke me. I'm not fighting back anymore. I'll do whatever he says, do whatever I have to in order to avoid any more conflict.
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