Why I ended my 10 year relationship
Despite the life we’d built together, the talk of our future, the flat we shared, the history, I simply couldn’t do it anymore.
My Mum always told me that when it was time to end a relationship, I’d just know. I wouldn’t be sitting around crying, questioning whether I should give it just one more try. And so, on a Friday night in June, I sat in my armchair watching the news coverage as Amy Winehouse’s death was announced. I looked at my boyfriend and knew, in that moment, that our decade together was over.
Despite the life we’d built together, the talk of our future, the flat we shared, the history, I simply couldn’t do it anymore.
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