Today, my six month relationship ended. It was inevitable. For at least three weeks I had been walking around on egg shells practically waiting for it to happen. And it did - on my six month "anniversary." Six months sounds like a drop in the bucket, but for me, it was everything. I put in the effort, the time, the energy to truthfully not get any of that in return. The first six months you're with someone should be the honeymoon phase, but unfortunately I didn't get that. Within the first week of us chatting, he kicked me to the curb out of the blue to only text me two hours later saying he was sorry. Fast forward to the next month when out of the blue, he angrily breaks up with me, to only text me shortly after we hung up the phone to say he overreacted and that we were still together. Again, fast forward to the next month, when he again, angrily breaks up with me, picks up his stuff the following day to only text me later that night asking for me back and if he c...