I left my BF about 30 minutes ago. After being blamed for his problem for the umpteen time. After being made to feel like a bitch for the umpteenth time. I finally stood on principle and left him. It hurts. I loved him. However, I don’t have to take that. I refuse to take that. He told definitely it’d be the last time I saw him if I left. And it shall be. I’ve never felt so horribly low before today. This was the last thing I needed, but it’s probably for the better.