I broke up with Josh this morning. I got tired of hitting a brick wall most of the time when I reached out for him, like I was never good enough. I got tired of being expected to do what he wanted, no matter what, when he wanted. I got tired of feeling like a possession that could be tossed aside when unwanted. I got tired of the double standard: it’s fine if he does something (and I better not think anything of it) but if I want to do that same thing, I’m not allowed.

He’s been “kind” enough to offer to take me back if I stop being friends with a certain person. When I said no, he incredulously asked why I would give up four years for some guy.

I’m not giving it up. He gave it up a while ago. And if I were giving it up, it’s for my rights/freedoms, not a guy. I’m a person with thoughts and feelings and I’m not going to be controlled.

I miss him. I still love him. But I realize what I miss hasn’t been there for a few months anyways. What I miss is the good times. And that’s gone.

I guess I was wrong.