I’m done.

This is the part of my life where I silently remove myself from anyone who hurts me more than they love me, drains me more than they replenish me, brings me more stress than they do peace, and tries to stunt my growth rather than clap for it. I think that I’ve done more than enough talking and trying to make things work with certain people…I’m done.
-Cici.B – The CrimsonKiss

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  1. This was a day of many days during this week where my “other Half” brought his Wall up. It’s been a month now. I haven’t been back to live there. He wants his “space”. I’m in emotional pain. His “mid-Life” crisis. I’m in menopause. He’s being a jerk in breaking up our relationship of 11+ years. If he wants to change himself from being bored…dealing with not smoking (yet went from 1 pack to 2 packs a day)…that’s not dealing with family health issues. (Some male relatives having it.) It strikes a cord—yet you say “I love her” “I don’t like being alone.” Yet, I am not there, am I? No. All I see is your Wall up. Are you fighting hard not to talk with me?

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