I loved him very very much, it wasn’t easy to leave him, he meant a lot to me, I almost went back to him a few times but I remained strong, the life I wanted was not the life I was living with him. I hate that he didn’t fight harder, I hate that he gave up!! I don’t blame myself because everyone is in charge of their own choices but I do feel guilty with how I left and that
I didn’t go back to try to help him once I was better and it eats at me everyday.
