Today was my final straw. I’ve hit a point where I can’t continue like this. Let’s start from the beginning.
For a while now, I’ve wanted to move closer to my daughter. My boyfriend, however, only wants to move halfway because of his other children, which I initially understood. I tried to make peace with the compromise, but today everything shifted.
I was reminded of something from two years ago, when we first started dating. Back then, he was planning to move to Florida and leave his children behind. So, when he now says he can’t move just an hour away to be closer to my daughter, but would have moved to Florida to be with someone else—it broke something inside me. I was angry, really angry, to the point that I started to cry.
What happened next made everything worse.
I wanted to talk things out, to figure out where we stood, but he refused. He didn’t want to talk at all, and instead of dealing with the issue, he called the police on me. Let me explain: I was emotional and frustrated, yes, but I wasn’t expecting him to escalate things like that. It was embarrassing and hurtful beyond belief. I already feel like the neighborhood “nut,” but now? Now I’m the one who had the police show up because my boyfriend couldn’t handle a conversation.
That moment felt like a betrayal, a deep one. How could someone who says they love me turn to such an extreme response? How could he not talk through something that’s tearing me apart? I told him I couldn’t do this anymore—that I needed to move out. I can’t keep living in a house that’s too big for me, just so his kids can stay twice a month, especially when I can’t even have my own daughter nearby.
Maybe I could have stayed. Maybe we could have worked it out. But the fact that he called the police on me—that’s something that can never be taken back. It’s a line that’s been crossed, and there’s no coming back from it.
Now, I have to find a way forward. And that way doesn’t include him.
How does that sound? Would you like to add or change anything?
The Fourth Trimester 