How do I leave when the good memories keep pulling me back?
I love him but... every time I pack my bag or tell myself 'this is it,' something pulls me back. Like last night, I found that old Polaroid of us at Iguazú Falls — remember how we got caught in the rain and laughed the whole way back? Moments like that hit me in the chest. But then I remember the lies. The way he looks at his phone like I’m not in the room. The promises to go to therapy that never happen. I love him but he’s been distant for months, and every time I bring it up, he says I’m too intense. My mom keeps asking when we’ll fix things, like marriage is something you glue back together no matter what. But I’m so tired of feeling alone in our own home. Last week I told him I was leaving. He broke down, said he’d change, took me to that little empanada place we used to go to. One night of kindness and I stayed. Again. I love him but… am I just holding on because I’m afraid of being no one without him?