I am finally forcing my boyfriend to move out of my apartment, and I feel like guil

This is my first post, ever. I'm in some serious emotional pain, and I tend to be wordy. I apologize in advance. My boyfriend (J.) and I have been dating for 8 months. We met shortly after I moved to this state for graduate school (big research university in the South) and he's from a small-town an hour away. It was a random chance meeting, and since I'm developing my independence from my parents (back in midwest), I thought I'd be open and spontaneous to getting to know him. In the beginning, he had all the qualities I thought I wanted in a man: smart, sexy, funny, goofy, sweet, employable and employed, had his own car, had his own cell phone, some interesting baggage, and discipline (at least I assumed a Sgt. in the military would). Keep in mind throughout this post that the good times were so wonderful that it took me forever to think about breaking up with him. He's not all bad. Just very messed up.

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