Moving On

So, Eric and I split up. Rather, he gave me "the talk" and, just like everything emotional in the relationship, I had to take over and end it. He's the one desperately spooning and clinging to a body pillow every night. I feel really good now that I'm out of that mess. I feel... light and free. I feel really good. He really fucked me over, though. He was the one that insisted we move into his parents' house until we find a house to rent together. He was the one that insisted we get married when we turn 30. He was the one that insisted we settle down with each other. I'm not bitter, I'm not really that angry, even. I'm just moving on. He can't do that, even though I gave him exactly what he thought he needed and I'm really just ready for some casual relationships with people I'm really attracted to.

I'm gonna start moving my furniture tomorrow afternoon after I'm off work. It's not a lot, but it'll still feel so good once I'm out of there. We've only been apart a couple weeks, but it's felt like months because of how long he ignored me and made me think I was unlovable and unworthy of attention and affection unless I "earned" them.

Finally, I can be myself and be happy, I just have to find the parts of myself that weren't completely consumed by Eric. He insisted we pack a lot of our stuff together, but I'll feel so much more confident about all of this once I've got my new bedroom furnished and sorted out. I want to thank and personally for being there for me no matter what.