Apologexodus
Happiness is a relative term.
I’ve been “most happy” quite a few times and I never feel the same way. It’s never the same swelling in my chest, tears in my eyes every time.
I cannot be expected to make someone else happy by staying in a situation that leaves me unhappy. I cannot permanently sacrifice the joy I usually take out of life on the premise that I will always have someone that loves me.
I value being loved very highly, but if the sole reason I’m in the relationship and in the state or the REGION OF THE UNITED STATES is because I’m loved, I’m wasting my time.
Don’t get me wrong, I loved him. I just loved him in the wrong way for me to be comfortable spending the rest of my life in that situation.
I was lacking passion. Direction. Connection on a deeper level than just a mutual appreciation and respect. I don’t need to explain it. It just wasn’t the best it could have been and I’m not ready to settle down without that.
Now if I could only keep from screwing the “best” up…
