In 2013, after 6 months of dating, we broke up. The fighting was relentless, I missed my parents (which had just moved to a different state), and the spark seemed as though it had faded. I was young, maybe 22 at the time. We were both immature. She packed my bags one day after a fight which I no longer remember the cause of. I came home to my belongings on her porch. We moved in together so quickly.
That was it. I loaded my car, called my job, and I quit on the spot. I drove a state away and moved in with my parents. The ordeal was heart wrenching and angering at the same time. I had thought that I had grown to love this woman, and I thought that I had created a stable situation. I was now living with my parents in a foreign environment of which I ultimately lived for 2 years.
During my time in this other state, we had began to reconnect. This all happened rather quickly, and one might say that it was toxic. She was beautiful. No other words would convince me otherwise.