A year after coming back to Cleveland, I’m still struggling over coming to grips with my breakup (long story. Short version: I’ve known him for 16 years, we were together for 6, he broke up with me in the middle of the night on Valentine’s Day 2015 and I came back to CLE. It was ugly, and he basically constantly tried to shrink me and make me feel small). This guy was my first all-consuming love. It’s a complicated story, but I really thought we would be together. It turns out he really just wanted some doe-eyed pawn who didn’t push back or question anything. I’m still licking my wounds. I’m still working on the anger. I’m still healing from the hurtful shit he said and did (surprise daughter, anyone??). I just... How do I just move on? I feel so dumb to feel like I still care about him. It makes me feel pitiful and idiotic.