We had a good night overall, but I couldn’t shake the feeling. This morning, I still felt distant and explained it to her. She apologized, but I’m struggling to move past it.
UPDATE:
Thanks for the support. We ended things in February—unrelated to this—but on good terms. I’ve worked on myself, gone to therapy, hit the gym, and feel better than ever. I’m in a good place now and hopeful for the future.
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