It’s time. There’s no reason to continue to delude myself. He’s my past. He’s no longer a part of my present. He never was going to be a part of my future.
I’m contemplating a drastic move. Away. To start over fresh.
If I remain here he’ll think he can keep manipulating, pressuring, appealing to my sympathy, guilting me, keeping me on the hook for his selfish needs and pleasure.
I’ve communicated my intentions. He’s angry, hurt, vacillating between the two. Supportive and understanding at one point and then angry and upset I’m leaving him behind.
He’s trying to convince me to stay, grow here, downsize to reduce expenses, sell everything he says is “non-essential”.
Easy for him to say. He’s wealthy, has his huge home, his toys, his vehicles. He has it all and refuses to give any of it up for me, but can judge, selfishly, what I should and shouldn’t do.
I have no feelings for him. I’ve reflected. I don’t get upset now. I’m numb to it. Numb to him. He has lost his control of me. The power he held for so long is now nothing.