I hesitate to tell my family about the situation because I don't want to hear "I told you so." Back then I was so resistant to being in a relationship with him because he's eight years younger than me. I'm mid thirties, he's late twenties, and I was the first serious relationship he'd ever been in. Of course he'd want out at some point. He hasn't had a chance to see what else is out there, and while I'm ready for a family, he's not even thinking of that. So really, it's my fault for getting into this mess. But I just couldn't help succumbing to him. The things he used to say, he seemed so convinced that it could work out between us. Now that I've finally given myself totally to him, he's ready to move on, and I'm a total idiot for ever believing in him. In us.
I want to continue crying, but I have to go to work. I want to talk to my sisters, but I don't want to them to be disappointed. I want to stand on my own, but I also want someone to take care of me. And I thought he would be there to do it.
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