Ready to Run

“He always told me he was ready for everything, but I always doubted him. Doubted him because he was always scared of making a decision on his own. He would never make a decision, but also never admit he was wrong.” 

As I spoke out more about the relationship with James, I became more certain about the decision I was making. I knew James could not continue on this current path of destruction even if I could and would not.  James had seemed so spectacular when we first met – everything I had ever dreamed of. He was charming, smart, nice to his dog. Everything. 

As time went on, I became a little less enthused with James and a little less impressed. He seemed to be completely incapable of making any sort of decision without asking for help. For opinions. I felt like most of the time he called his mother. Or his brother. I loved his commitment to his family, but he was pushing thirty and still called his mom to see if it was all right if he took Tylenol. For a headache. 

The more I stepped from our relationship, the more possessive James became. Since I hadn’t dated much, I didn’t know how to gently break up with someone I knew was fragile. I finally decided to tell him the truth even though I knew it would not go well. I just didn’t know the amount of lies and rumors he would soon spread about me.