Hey dad...my partner and I broke up

She stabbed my heart in the exact way I warned her not to. For months, I begged her not to, but she didn't listen to me. I kept telling her, I kept telling her all the ways she'd hurt me if she did, and she did it anyway. I thought I found a family, I thought I found a home. I was happy. I thought I belonged. Now I find myself mourning a future that never was, longing for a time that never will be.

Mom's letting me stay at home til I can get an apartment. I don't belong here either. Even if I get an apartment, I'll always remain half-packed. I never know when I'll be fired, or some other circumstance occurs wherein I have to leave. One thing remains true throughout my life: I don't belong. I'll never truly belong, and that sucks.

I have friends, I have a support group, but I don't want to burden them with my problems.

The worst part is despite the fact that she doesn't love me like I know I deserve to be loved, I still want her to.

I feel so alone with all this. How do I process this and get over it?

Love, Your Daughter