I was sixteen when I started dating my first boyfriend, and we were together for a year and a half–breaking up right before we graduated from high school. A year and a half felt like forever, and a lot of it was great, but by spring of my senior year, I was unhappy.
I thought about breaking up a lot. And every time I did, I thought about all the good things about my boyfriend, and about being in a relationship in general. I always decided it was worth it, but the unhappiness spread. It crept into everything. It made even the good things miserable.
So one day I’d had enough of being unhappy. We got into a fight and I decided I was done. I’d said it before, but for the first time, I meant it, and we both knew the difference.
And then something happened that I didn’t expect. I’d expected to feel worse, but I didn’t. I felt better. Lots better. Peaceful and happy and like I was really done with all the things that made me unhappy. And while my ex did lots of things after that that made me lividly mad and then eventually we became the acquaintance kind of friends, never, never did I think it would have been better if we’d stayed together
And that’s when I learned this important truth: it is better to be alone than to be in a bad relationship. It’s better to make a scary change than it is to be unhappy.
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