I've been reading up a lot on how to move past this. Most sites account the experience I've gone through to the letter, and most finish of by stating that I shouldn't blame myself. The experience was quite literally textbook.

Well... that's cool and all. I get what happened and why. And I don't blame myself. Sure there were times where my reactions to things weren't the right ones, but what is the proper reaction to being treated with contempt? Dumping her on her arse and never looking back, I suppose. I feel so stupid for trying to see the good in her.

I know that my expectations and needs weren't demanding or unreasonable, while hers were endless, draining and more often than not paradoxical. I did what I could, without sacrificing every ounce of dignity I had, although the experience has humiliated me badly due to the things I've endured in the spirit of love and understanding.

The point is: knowing that I am not to blame doesn't help one bit. It only frustrates me.