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In September last year, I ended a 6 year relationship with a beautiful man.

You may know this already, or you may not. For those who don't, this was one of the hardest decisions I’ve ever had to make, and it's taken me so long to share any of this story because I respect his privacy, I don't want to hurt him anymore and I don't want to upset anyone. It's also extremely private, raw and upsetting, but something has been calling me to share this with you, so here I am.

I didn’t leave because there was anything wrong with the relationship, and from an outsiders perspective, we had the *perfect* relationship.

* As a recovering perfectionist, I don't like the word perfect, for that is not reality. Imperfectly perfect is more my style.

I left because I wanted and needed more.

Maybe that sounds selfish, but I want to share with you why I left because there may be a lesson for you as well.

When we met, we were both in the police force. We became mates. We had banter. We laughed. He helped me. He inspired me because he’s a fucking amazing detective! He was the dark horse who kept to himself, but let a few people see him for who he really is.

It was the slowest start to any relationship I’d been in, but this was exactly what I needed at the time. He taught me:

✔️ Patience

✔️ Trust

✔️ Silence

✔️ How to be calm and sit with stillness

✔️ What it is to be loved unconditionally

We were completely different, like polar opposites, but I didn’t care.

When I met him, I was a very different person to the person I am today.