Last night I ate an entire block of cheese and R & I officially ended things.
I'm eating cheese right now, in fact.
We always knew this was the inevitable and were OK with it for a while, though no one predicted just how messy it would be. Now, despite whether he does end up working all his own shit out, I still haven't. On top of that it would take a huge chunk of time to get past all that history. He said he felt a lot of his actions were just lashing out because he was so jealous. It is obviously for the best he is spaced from me too. I'm glad we talked, despite it being quite painful. At least now I'm not so prepared to completely bail for good on him at the next thing that goes just the tiniest bit off track.
It's all justified.
