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Well that's that
J announced that she's moving out. She's tired of being mad at me all the time. We're too different, she says, and she doesn't want to ask me to change because that's not fair.
We are lucky in that we never actually got married. Perhaps there was an inkling in us that it wasn't really exactly right. But that's not it.
I'm done with relationships for a while. Ah, you know, maybe four-five months until I get my shit together. Although maybe I shouldn't get my shit together because when we started it appeared that I had my shit together and that fake front appearance is attractive. Until they find the truth is you don't have your shit together and then they can just be mad at you all the time.
This is horrible, but I feel like at least I have some experience at it.
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