Well, I did it. I broke up with him. Again.

I feel like my heart's been ripped to shreds. Even though it was my decision, and I'm pretty confident in it. Stuff needs to happen that just isn't happening, and it's not going to happen, and I know this. I know it's what I need. But that doesn't make it easy.

It's a lot harder to hate someone when they're sobbing and telling you they love you and want to marry you. Not that I hate him, but you know. We devoted four and a half years of our lives to one another. That's not easy to just forget, put aside, throw away.

If you believe in a god, please pray for me.