It was him not fighting for me. I gave him the ultimatum and he let me walk away. I didn’t want a life separate from him, and thats all he could give me. It’s like he’s driving a car and I just want to be in the passenger seat. He’s locked the door and I have to hold onto the bumper. I am not even asking him to open the door for me, just leave it unlocked and say come in, but he didn’t do that. So I am hanging on to the bumper and life goes on. And the car goes on and I get really badly bruised and I’m hitting potholes and it hurts, it really hurts. so yesterday I had to let go of the bumper because it hurts too much.
Gilmore Girls (via thelovewhisperer)
describes it perfectly