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So one month later, the moral of the story is:
In the end, it's not his job to take care of me any more.
In fact, it wasn't ever his job.
That means that I need to recognize when my emotional needs take priority, and I need to take care of myself, and I need to watch out for myself -- even watch out for myself first, because nobody else is going to do that.
And doing that is a good thing. It's a selfish thing, but it's also a good thing. There is an intersection.
It seems obvious, but it isn't.
In the end, it's not his job to take care of me any more.
In fact, it wasn't ever his job.
That means that I need to recognize when my emotional needs take priority, and I need to take care of myself, and I need to watch out for myself -- even watch out for myself first, because nobody else is going to do that.
And doing that is a good thing. It's a selfish thing, but it's also a good thing. There is an intersection.
It seems obvious, but it isn't.