He should be. He needs to be.
This pain isn’t his fault.
Before you destroyed it – he wanted out.
I can’t breath right now.
I can’t move.
I’m so angry that he doesn’t even care.
He never did. And why should he after what you did? What is wrong with you? Who are you?
He’s not coming back this time. Ever.
He needs to be gone.
It was just as painful when he was here.
This pain is not even his fault.
This is a decision you are making. You are holding on. You have to let go. You are holding onto pain. You are holding onto nothing. You are holding onto something that you purposely destroyed. Seriously, who are you? And what is wrong with you?