Gone

He's gone. He left. He was telling me about the kind of life he wants and how he can't have it with me ... to which I responded by crying, of course. And then I went to take a nap ... and when I woke up he was leaving. Bags packed. Going to his mother's house. What did I do so wrong? I've tried!! I've tried to remember about the mini blinds and the and the dishes. I went to counseling. I have done the things! Where did I go wrong? Why is he going away? oh my god. it's really over.