I have asked my boyfriend, my partner of 2 years, to move out, which he is doing tomorrow. I love him, I never loved anyone more than they loved me before. I asked him to marry me, it opened a huge can of worms and now he's moving out.
I'm not eating. I know I have to get my head together. But I can't sleep, can't eat.
I will not waste time with a man who does not love me the way I love him, I will not wait for him and hope he falls in love with me one day. After 2 years it should be obvious if its right or not.
I hurt though. Down to my very bones, I hurt. I wanted this. Now I start again, alone, with my cats.