I broke up with my ex one year ago. Now, from that distance, I really understand why we couldn't go on any longer. Clinging to that relationship was basically an ex<x>pression of deepest self-hatred, because I neglected my needs only to be with him. In hindsight, breaking up was one of the most emancipated thing I have ever done. As Muse put it: "You're free to touch the sky/ Whilst I am crushed and pulverised/ Because you need control/ Now I'm the one who's letting go/ You like to give an inch/ Whilst I am giving infinty/ But now I've got nothing left/ You have no cares and I'm bereft"