Conceeding
Today, I walked away (literally and figuratively) from my toxic codependent love. This isn't the first time. This time might not stick as it's been done many times in two and a half years. Today felt different though he seemed to be pushing it and when I couldn't help it and admitted defeat against versions of myself that he cultivated and preferred in his own head... The worst versions of me... Inaccurate versions... I conceded that battle and walked away. I didn't cry at first. It wasn't until I was alone hours later I cried. But I know it wouldn't improve. And it was dangerous when it was at its existing worst. I'm mourning the him I wish he could be. Day 1.... Hello.