I guess we'll see how this goes. I have calmed down a little and I'm not looking at this from such a fatalist perspective. Mircea and I both knew that we were taking things fast by moving in together so quickly, but we had such strong feelings for each other and felt like things were right. I'm not sure that moving out is really going to solve a problem with him, but I guess it will solve the problem of two people who shouldn't be together living together.

I know I was jumping in with both feet and I knew it could hurt, but things were so great before I started letting my low self-esteem and negative self-talk convince me that he didn't really love me and that I wasn't good enough for him.

I'm so sad that I blew it. I will miss being with him so much. I loved pulling up to our little house on the dirt road and seeing him out working in the yard all sweaty and sweet. He was my home. I guess I need to be my own home.