To keep a long story fairly short....
Left 'P' of 3.5 years some 17 days ago, everything was ok, we were ttc for a few months before, some arguing and some tiny bits of mild EA throughout the relationship but nothing too bad.
Just finished 3rd attempt ttc, arguments a few days later with some things being said that can't really be unsaid now also first time minor DV... we slept seperately for almost a week and I knew it was over (EX subjected me to 16 years of pure hell) So I packed up, booked a flight home (back to UK) and left.
He follows, less than a week later to try and get me to change my mind/speak to me/apologise. While here he became ill and as I'm the only person he can ask for help (parents in another part of country and work) I went to him until they could come here - I made it clear both before he returned and on his return that NOTHING would change my mind about the relationship but as a human with a heart and a genuine concern for him - I would help. I don't hate him at all and while I knew it would be a difficult situation I wasn't prepared for just how difficult.
For 10 days we somehow managed together, the first 5/6 were emotionally less draining as he was on sedative medication so mostly slept/was in a sleepy state but the last few days he started to want to 'talk' there was a lot of emotional distress from both of us but I stayed strong and reitterated what was happening, which he seemed to accept but then today came........
He knew I was definitely going today (parents were arriving teatime) we both didn't know how to act with each other - I'd been weepy all morning, couldn't look at him but he, until I received the text to say I was getting picked up, had appeared calm (medication controlled I think) then it just all went hysterical - both sobbing, him begging, telling me he'll give me more time, he loves me and always will, more apologies......
we physically couldn't pull apart when I had to leave and as I looked at him as I walked away he just looked broken.
My poor step dad didn't know what to do with me when he picked me up, I was inconsolable in the car driving away.
Many times I wanted to listen to my heart and say Fuck it! stay! but something was stronger inside of me and it kept me strong.
I still feel I made the right decision but this is the first time I've had to walk away from someone who I still deeply love and care for but can't be with them anymore - it's tearing me apart, my heart is broken and its so very painful :( I'm sure I've cried enough tears today to fill a pond and I'm under no illusion that over the coming days I'll not cry more to fill another.
Like I said in the title it feels impossible to think that I can move on from this - I don't even know how to begin? It all feels so brutal, so severe, all our dreams and our future we spoke about - just gone :(
Sorry! it ended up not 'fairly short' I just needed to get it all out.