Right now I am very glad he said what he said when he said it because honestly I know he is right. It is tough love. I can do that.
At the same time it was good because it solidified the wall I felt going up.
Now I know I was right the whole time and very glad I never let myself ever fully trust. It is a strange sensation inside. Not hurt. Not mad. Just finalized. Now I won't miss him anymore if that makes sense. And that is fine with me. It is like I was right the whole time from the point of being a child that I really have to just do this myself anyway. So whatever. I will be so glad when this life is finally over.