Well that shit was real. Butt baby and I finally broke up. Nine tumultuous, horrifying, and beautiful years are finally over and I’m back to being my own man. Two months of living with her and feeling her anger and betrayal at the breakup seething beneath the surface at all times was intense. Now I’m living in a cute apartment in my hometown and it’s amazing how much the depression has instantly receded. I felt just in abject misery and stress for so long, knowing deep down what the cause was and why I couldn’t get excited about life. I feel like a fever has broken.