the endWell. It's over and he's gone. Yesterday was the day I reached my wick's end with The Boy, not that it hadn't been burning fast for a long time now.
I Believe:
That everyone deserves to be happy
That not everyone can be happy together
That relationships should evolve
That there are things to talk about that're deeper than the weather
That drinking, if a person so chooses to do so, should be done occasionally and not daily
That a person should not have to "raise" their partner
That building a person up is much harder than tearing them down
That if you're being torn down, you automatically return the favor
That everything we do is a choice and not a predetermined path
That personal independence is a virtue
That interpersonal dependence is not
That people believe whatever suits their fancy
That truth lies somewhere between each person's perceptions and is not self-evident
That a person's partner should come *first* in their lives, unless they have kids, who should automatically come first
That relationships are built on trust, honesty, integrity, and damned hard work
That there is no point in beating a dead horse
That spoiled milk never gets any fresher the longer you leave it in the fridge
That if you do something nice for a "taker" once, they'll expect it forever
That I deserve to be treated well
That I have not been
The Boy was given a choice. He could either have his bag, his booze, and his boys, or he could have a better future and me. He chose and he is gone. And while I will miss his presence, I will not miss his behaviors. Like I said before, *everyone* deserves to be happy. If drinking, smoking, and living as a child makes him happy, then he is completely entitled to that. *I* deserve to be happy too. Coming home to a drunk, passed-out mate is not a particularly pleasurable experience; finding out that something is destroyed because of drunkenness is even less so.
I chose too.
I chose me.
*shrug* C'est la vie
