He asked if I'd give him a hall pass for a week to meet with his ex-fiance and see if he had any feelings for her and then he could decide if he wanted to be with her or me. We had been dating a year and a half at this point. I said, "I'll give you more than a week, you can have the rest of your life" and I left.....the end

To my husband: "You need to talk about this with your therapist or sponsor: I just can't handle this right now. I have to try to get my shit together and go to work". I then hung up on him. He was found dead from fentanyl intoxication later that day. Sorry, pretty heavy- but no one has asked before and I guess I needed to get it out.

Some context first so I don't sound like a total bitch. My husband had walked out on me and a month later he pulled up in what had been my truck, pushed his giant dog out the door and told me to take care of her because he was headed for the hospital. I put the dog in the house and told my daughter (not his) I needed to find out what was happening and followed. Turns out he'd been ignoring symptoms and almost died that night. I stayed until they wheeled him into surgery. I went back when he was in a room to check each day for about four days. The last time I was there he asked me to go to his apartment and clean it up for him. So my last words were: Fuck you.

I love you, I will always love you. I just can't do this anymore.

Long time ago, 2004 she left my place, I said "good bye",
5 years later her brother owned a 1/3 share in my property, they arrived, solicitors and all and tried to evict me. I didn't go until they paid me out for my 2/3, but when they arrived, her 1st and last words to me were

I don't recall. And by now I don't care that I don't recall ...

‘I’d rather be homeless in a ditch than spend one more night in this house with you’. I meant it, too! Packed my car and took off.

take your cat

"Take care of yourself - call me if you ever need help". The second comment led to me helping her move - packing the truck was fine - the new place being 3 stories up - not so much. No good deed goes unpunished lol.

“You want to stay with me despite your stated desire to leave. If I was there, you couldn’t stay away. I’m not anything special, but thats what this is. “
She left me because I was neither Republican nor Christian.

We have kids so talking is ongoing. Thankfully it’s super amicable

'I love you but when you see me getting smaller it means I'm leaving.' he drank, way too much

Nothing. She still has some of her crap here and I might need her to be a petsitter in a few months.

How about some farewell sex?

You can always call me, I'll be there. And every time she calls I answer. We may see Book Club together. We are not soulmates but we have each other diagrams memorized.

"I love you too but you decided we couldn't be together & you left. I'm just respecting your choice & staying gone."

I'm done, I've had enough!

I asked her if there was anything I could do to help her move and move on, and offered to do whatever i could. We are still friends even though we live in different cities and haven't spoken except through the internet for over 10 years.

Maybe I'll see you around.
Then I ziplined out the window moments before the apartment exploded. Just kidding about the explosion.

At the end, I’m standing in the doorway.

I’d left, driven down the road, he called, told me of something pretty important that I had to go back and get.

So, I’m standing there in the doorway, and he opens his arms like I’m coming back. I looked down; he closed his arms, handed me whatever the hell it was—Funny how I’ve forgotten what—and I turned and left.

Just due to habit, we continued some sloppy, messy attempt at being friends.

Heh. We’d never been friends.

Take care of yourself

Bye.

Laughing. I remember a few key things. I’d known where we were headed, but I was pretty sure he’d be my last lover, my last attempt, so I stayed longer than I should have, so I wouldn’t regret not giving it my best try.

My part of the conversation began: What did you just say?

Haha.

I didn't say anything. On Feb 14th, I put a big card and a bouquet of flowers on the dining room table. She thanked me nicely. On Feb 15th, I was reading the local newspaper when I saw her with the dog leashes and them heading out the door. I presumed they were goung for a walk down by the lake. The door closed after she ushered the dog out. Suddenly, the door opened again and she stuck her head back in. " I'm leaving you and I'm taking the dog" were the last words out of her mouth for over a year. That was that.

I’m leaving.