I was. I was scared for the other person, similar to another commenter. Without me, they were going to have nothing. But I got sick of setting myself on fire to keep them warm, and I was crawling out of my skin with misery.

Our divorce will be finalized soon and I feel better than ever. Now that I’m on the other side of it all and healing, I just can’t believe how long I stayed. No one in my support network liked them and honestly I really don’t like them either, now that I’m gone.

And despite all of my fears of them being destitute and depressed, they’ve realized they’re a freaking adult and can stand on their own two feet. Crazy how that works