Ian and I broke up and separated ways. We started out by deciding that it was best for both of us since we can't really take care of ourselves let alone each other right now, but it turned kinda scary, fast. One of his other personalities came out.

But what's sad is that I'm done being grieving already. I knew it was over 6 months ago when he stopped trying to get a job. I grieved then. I'm done now. I was just hoping that things would change, but they didn't. I'm not surprised.

I'm still trying to be friends with Ian. I just feel a little weird since things got so bad. It was like I went from being priority number 20 to priority 3, right after cigarettes and soda. Even then, he was blowing up my phone every 2-3 minutes for awhile. I started becoming afraid to come home...so in a way I'm more relieved that it's over.

I do miss him in some ways, but it's easier this way. It's for the best too, because as long as I was a given, he had nothing to try for. I guess he wasn't "the one" after all.

Now I just have to deal with the social stigmas again.