This post is going to be a hard one to write. I feel as if in the last week I've talked this to death. However, writing is healthy so, yeah. My boyfriend and I broke up. "For now" I knew it was coming. I felt it in my bones, I thought we could make it through this rough patch. Correction. I could make it through. Not us. Not him. He just sees darkness, and wants to blame someone else for what's going on. I'm not going into detail, but basically I took myself out of the equation because "I can't handle anymore stress." God forbid he asked me about my day, it was all negative. Then he got mad I didn't tell him what was going on in my life, like bitch, you never asked! And I didn't wanna "Stress him" anymore then I needed. There's only so many ways to say sorry and that things will get better. There's only so many times you let it slide. I'm angry, and I'm hurt, and I'm grieving the relationship. I did e