Moving on

Recently I was engaged to this man that I thought was the most perfect being on Earth. We had started dating 3 years ago. Of course we had our moments and we did break up for a bit. During that time, I had moved away from him hoping that my heart would heal, but I left the door open a crack for him. He contacted me, and we picked up our relationship right where it had ended. He told me he wanted me to be his wife. I uprooted my life for him and moved across the country for him, thinking things would be perfect. We all know that life is not perfect all the time. I struggled with leaving these great opportunities for him, and he struggled because he didn't understand where I was coming from. Eventually we fell apart, and I had to end the relationship. It was one of the hardest things I have ever done, and each day is a blessing, but also a painful reminder that I am going to have to continue my life without him. One day I hope that he and I can be friends, but at the moment I want absolutely nothing to do with him. Tomorrow is the big day when I have to face going back to the house we shared and gather my belongings. Thank goodness for my mom. She has been an amazing support system, and although she and I will be miles apart, she is the one person that I know has faith in me and just wants me to be happy. My life has been turned upside down and I am now trying to figure out who I am in this world without him.