I recently left my BF of two years---a relationship that was very serious in a matter of minutes come to an end.
There was a very long history of abuse I endured each and everytime alcohol come into play. At one point the abuse became so bad the state pressed charges of aggravated assault, battery, pointing a gun, and criminal domestic violence. But I loved him and stood by him, that didn't stop the state as far as the charges were concened---those were saw through. But it did stop the alcohol consuption and the abuse---we were once again happy and our relationship pushing forward.
Then all of a sudden he came with a bottle of alcohol and I begged him not to drink. He promised that it wouldn't be like before, that he could control it. I didn't say anything else about it until about an hour later when out of nowhere he became angry at me for watching my sisters kids while she worked during the day. (Something I had been doing at HER house for more than a month) He again called me awful names, screamed, yelled, and threw things around the house. Something snapped in me and I told him it was over---I was leaving. And I did.
Two years is a long time to spend with someone just to call it quits in the blink of an eye. Usually there is hurt, anger, a feeling of regret, or at least a feeling of loss---but not for me---not this time. Leaving him was easy.
I feel a sense of relief, an eagerness to start a new life with new possibilities, and even a little excited to explore a single lifestyle once again.
Is it suppose to be that easy to leave someone you love so much? And if not, does it make me a horrible person to feel the way I do with reguard to this?

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