“The Apartment Below: The Night I Chose Myself Over Four Years of Lies”

“Because if this is what your love looks like…” I pulled my hands away slowly, “…then I don’t want it anymore.”

He looked up at me then.

Really looked.

And for the first time, I think he realized something he hadn’t understood before.

I wasn’t angry in the way he expected.

I wasn’t screaming.

I wasn’t begging.

I wasn’t trying to save anything.

I was done.

“I made a mistake,” he said again, more urgently. “I was weak. I was lonely—”