There will never be another moment like that. I know it’s final.
The day I left that part of him, that part of us, go, I started breathing again.
I also gained strength from the knowledge that I didn’t need him, I didn’t want him, and I never would again.
He’s a part of my life, we will always be connected, tethered to one another as parents, but I will never forget that moment that I knew, without a doubt, there would never again be an “us.”
He may have left me. He’s the one who moved out. But I have moved on.
What he gave me was so much more than what he took.
He freed me.
I no longer have to be burdened as the cause for his unhappiness.
I was never the source anyways.
I know, with every beat of my heart, that I am no longer his.
Knowing that enables me to start living a greater life and experience an even greater love, one day.