So I told him the truth.
That I wanted to be alone, I wanted a career, that I wanted to travel and engulf myself in new cultures.
He cried a lot. I held mine in because that's what I do best. Later, as I silently cried, I apologized for what I had said and told him to forget about it.
Then he said with tears rolling down his face, if that was what I truly wanted then he would let me go. That he would be hurt because he loves me, but he would rather see me be happy. I only want to make everyone else happy.
I feel like I'm no good. No good for myself and no good for anyone else.