How did I know I couldn't keep going?
When I asked myself, is this relationship adding net value to my life? I could no longer say yes.
For all the good, the bad outweighed it, and had been for a long time.
Nobody knows all the gory details. They don't need to. Honestly, I could have coped with all of those things - as long as he had a full time job. But all those things, combined with zero income ... different story.
It is damn hard to tell where supporting becomes enabling, and being taken advantage of.
I am far from blameless. I made mistakes. There are many things I could have done better. And I'm much wiser for it.
I held on too long. Then I came to a crossroads.
I could keep being passive. And I would almost certainly wind up bitter and drained. Probably having a breakdown and having to take time off work - ironically, the only thing keeping us afloat financially, not to mention the only good thing in my life.
Or I could cut my losses. Put myself first for once. Heal from the toll of two years of uncertainty and stress.
Life was exhausting. Going from carrying the weight of two people to just me - it was infinitely lighter. I can't quantify the relief I felt; I slept like a baby those first few nights after leaving.
There was second-guessing, of course. There always is. But after months of internal back-and-forth, I knew it was the right call. I'd done so much soul searching and so much reading, in search of the answer. What it boils down to, is that the discussions in these three threads hit me like a ton of bricks. Realising that we might never be financially stable together. And I simply could not live that way
It's so important to have a financially responsible partner. It takes two. You cannot do it all yourself. And nor should you. Love and trying isn't enough.Love is not willingness to live in a cardboard box together. Love is doing whatever it takes to not get to that point.