I can relate
Part of maturing is learning to let go. Yeah well, nobody's perfect: I think I'll remember My A until the day I die and hate him for so many things. No, hate is the wrong word to use - I don't hold anything against him, the blame is largely on me. Give me a break, I was 19. My judgement sucked. Fortunately, he did help me open my eyes to what made me happy, and what I should expect out of the people who share my time.
So thanks for that, but thanks especially for pushing me away and making me cry, opening my life up to someone who knows how to love me the right way. [Post Secret]