You're on your own kid, you always have been.
So, allow me to recap the shit ton of back-to-back episodes that have happened recently. If I get the days wrong, sue me. This all started on Thursday- But, before I recount that day, I have to explain the whole back story. Lately, Bruce has been really stressed out and he has reached his breaking point with this living situation. He has told me on numerous occasions that he wanted to go back home to Fitchburg- just to get away from it all. But, in doing so, he would leave me behind to deal with all this shit alone. This happened before, he was going to leave but then he came back and promised he would stay. That was over a month ago. Now, back to Thursday- So, he had a day off and I had both Thursday and Friday off. I made plans to have a trash service come and pick up some things from my closet. (I'm in the process of doing some major Spring cleaning) with that said, I asked Bruce to stay home to help me out. He wanted to leave and go to the hotel for the night. I was frustrated, but I had already lost that battle. So, he leaves and stays at the hotel for the night. Friday afternoon, I have the trash service guys come to clean up. As this is happening, Bruce is at work texting me. BUT-I've left out the biggest part. I broke up with him Thursday night. I had enough. I was so exhausted from trying to keep him here. As I said, it was a losing battle. So, I gave up. And truthfully, I was ready to move on. I even made a profile on a Facebook dating site. I tried to get back out there as a single woman. And after Bruce found out about my status change, he wasn't happy about it. But, he left me NO CHOICE. What else was I supposed to do? Anyway, Fast forward to Friday night...turns out Bruce's plans didn't fall through like he expected them to and he had nowhere to go for the night. So, he came home. It was really awkward. I put all his things in a pile so he could come and take them. I was accepting the defeat of this. I couldn't do anything else to make him stay. He gave in and decided to stay knowing that he had impulsively used his last chance. So, we made up. Got back together. It seemed like everything would be fine. Up until this morning, Bruce was getting ready for work- so I assumed. But, the truth is, he lied to me. He got a ride to work, though I don't think he went in. I had to work today, and btw on top of all this shit I almost got fired. Thankfully, I didn't. Turns out they value me too much to do that. Anyway, I text him saying to have a good day and that I loved him. And during my break, I texted him again, but I got no response. I didn't understand what was going on. Then, right before I was about to go home I get a text that said he left to go back to MA to figure things out with his SSI. He's not coming back until Friday. I was infuriated. I went off on my grandmother in the car when she picked me up because I'd had enough of this whole thing. I took all of Bruce's things and put them out on the front porch. I am done. That was the last straw for me. I had tried so hard. It was the lying to me about it that really got to me. And yet, he told my grandmother the truth of what his plan was this morning. I'm just so fed up. I can't handle this anymore. I'd rather be alone. I don't need any more stress in my life. So, here's the thing, he can stay out there for as long as he wants. He doesn't have a home here anymore. And I don't care what my grandmother has to say about that-or my father. I've had enough. There's only so much that I can do. And I've done all that I can. And just for context, I blocked his number, I blocked him on Facebook and I'm about to change my status back to single. It's all about ME from here on out. I couldn't give a FUCK about anyone else at this point. I'm taking care of me and only me. He can take care of himself. I've lost the ability to care anymore. I'm focused on my self-care and mental health and I don't need this shit to veer me off that path. It's a new dawn, it's a new day...And I'm about to get what's MINE.