GF of 2.5 years (now exGF) is moving out today. Everything hurts. My mind is telling me this is the right thing, but my heart is crumbling.

It didn't matter how much I worked, how much time I spent with her, how much space I gave her, how much money I spent, how much I saved. It didn't matter what I did for her. Could never make her happy.

She was chronically unhappy and no matter how much I tried to change that, all that happened was I ended up wearing myself out.

Edit- I spent two and a half hours at the gym today, and then bought myself a shotgun with her Christmas money. Today has been good so far, other than the intense emotional pain...

Edit- a week plus in. Still doing the gym thing. Mossberg makes an excellent shotgun. And Im hitting up the tinder sluts.