Preface: I don’t know if I will cry on the day I carry my travels, but I know that it’s time for me to leave now. Although I can't bear to leave this place where I have lived for eight years, I can't bear to leave this familiar feeling, and I can't bear to sit on his arms and sleep on his chest. I can never hear his snoring when he sleeps again. I can no longer rest my head on his big belly at night, and I can no longer act coquettishly and ask him to hug him.
Daily work is to reply to customers
After school came out, I worked as a customer service in an e-commerce company. I couldn't stand the pursuit of the customer service supervisor. In less than half a year, I moved my travel to his rental house. I belong to Sichuan, he is from Meizhou . I have been together for eight years and lived together for seven and a half years. On the fifth day of the breakup, I had most daily necessities and the house was not rented well. I slept on the sofa and he slept on the bed. Although he sent me a message to sleep in bed at night, I no longer replied to the message and I was tired.
Breakup Since now, when I close my eyes, I feel something hurts me, and the wound is not painful and painful, not deep and deep. Every time I think of the little things I have been together before, I feel that I have a very difficult breathing. Although I have loved him for more than 8 years, I have already learned to stop loss.
There is no need to continue this relationship. When he sent me a message, I really wanted to go into the room and hug him and sleep with him, but I couldn't. I felt really uncomfortable. Thinking about it, I was really leaving, there was no reason or excuse. The reason for breaking up with
is very simple. This is not the first time that has happened in recent years. Every time I recruit new customer service from school, he will inevitably get entangled with one of them, and often this matter will last for about half a year. During this period, he will delete all his chat records.
When we date, we also play " Cross Fire ". I play this game very well, but he plays better than me. Every time I ask him to play with me, he says he is busy and has no time, but when I turn around, I find that he is playing with the new beautiful colleague online, and he is still playing secretly.
I like to play games
When I first discovered it, I made a big fuss with him. In the face of evidence, he could not deny it and apologized to me. It was a very romantic way of apologizing. I was so moved that I couldn't help but forgive him.
Over the past few years, I have known that he would secretly take other girls from time to time, but I turned a blind eye when I thought it would not be too much. What I never expected, he actually changed another way and mingled with other girls in Douyin . Some time ago, I accidentally opened his TikTok and found that over the past six months, he and another colleague who had just arrived in less than half a year have been chatting in voice, and they were always using videos and voices with her while I was working on the evening shift.
I even found that this girl came to our house several nights. I was working in the evening shift these days, so I didn’t know at all. No wonder I found out that the long hair on the ground was different from mine. It turned out to be from other girls. This time I really can't turn a blind eye anymore. I can't accept this matter at all. I came to our house and the idea of breaking up appeared in my mind inadvertently, and slowly, I strengthened this idea from the bottom of my heart.
Care in the rain
Of course I was very confused during that period. After all, after living together for so long, the relatives of both parties have met, and the family members know that there is each other's existence. I also hope that he can apologize to me during this period, but I don’t want him to apologize to me. Because I know that even if these are gone, he will not change in the future, and may even become more and more excessive.
In recent years, I have been reflecting on whether I have a strong temper, too unreasonable, and too domineering. Many times I wonder if I am a qualified girlfriend, but think about it, it is not my fault alone.Although he tolerated my bad temper, he could not offset it as a principled mistake he made, absolutely not.
Everything is not my unworthy, but you can no longer deserve me. Sometimes I think about it, are these retributions that I have been obsessed with over the past few years?
I had a dream during my lunch break today. In the dream, I sent him a WeChat message to tell him to break up, but I didn’t expect that the message was rejected. I called him immediately. The phone rang for a long time before he answered it. He said he had no time. When the game was at its most critical moment, I shouted to my phone, why did I block WeChat now? How could you compensate me for my eight years of youth?
I heard the woman's voice coming from the other side of my phone asking him to follow him quickly. He only said, don't bother me, I'm hang up.
I cried to my phone for a long time, and kept repeating, "What do you think I call you to do?" I just want to distinguish the money in our deposits from you. I don't want to take advantage of you. I will give it back to you if it's yours, and then I will leave by myself.
My friend was comforting me next to me, but I covered my eyes and cried constantly, like a dead son. Then I woke up from crying, but my mood couldn't calm down for a long time. Later I thought about it, if I didn’t break up this time, maybe I would break up with him in the future than now. Maybe he always thought that I didn’t dare to leave and didn’t want to leave. After all, I have been living together for eight years and the girl was the one who was most hurt.
Looking at the whole room full of things, basically they were chosen by himself on Taobao or physical stores. They were full of reluctance. What’s even more funny is that he still thinks that he just brought a girl, and he doesn’t want me.
I don’t know if I will cry on the day I carry my travels, but I know that it’s time for me to leave now. Although I can't bear to leave this place where I have lived for eight years, I can't bear to leave this familiar feeling, and I can't bear to sit on his arms and sleep on his chest. I can never hear his snoring when he sleeps again. I can no longer rest my head on his big belly at night, and I can no longer act coquettishly and ask him to hug him.
Thinking of this, I hate myself very much. Why do I still think about these things? People don’t cherish them, why do I still have to devote myself to it!
Goodbye, no matter how much reluctance I feel, I will see you one by one, my youth!
