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As always tec, your word are sensible and wise.
However, technically, I left her. One of those little technicalities which I didn't want to get into in this thread were the exact terms of us ending. After I kissed this girl, I knew I'd done wrong, and felt horribbly, and for almost a week I couldn't decide what to do.
Every single person I talked to, without fail, said I should just end the relationship but not tell her why, saying that things were going bad anyways, and just ending it would hurt her less than telling her I cheated on her. And I didn't want to hurt her, because she had me wrapped around her manipulative little finger.
So I ended up breaking up with her, saying I was unhappy and just wanted to end it. She kept bothering me for about a week after that saying it didn't make sense, and I was so used to just being brutally honest in our relationship that not telling her was driving me nuts, so I finally told her the truth.
I have, however, come to many realizations now that the relationship is over, and what you've said here is just one of them.
Thanks again.
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