It was just after my birthday and I knew that it was time. I had put it off and tried to pretend it was getting better, but the truth was it was getting worse. He was getting more controlling and I was pulling away more every day. I sat there with him at our favorite restaurant and quickly pulled the ring off my finger, telling him it was over. He looked like I had just stabbed him as he stared at me in disbelief, and then looked down at the ring. He didn't say anything, it was as if he didn't believe me and I wasn't sure where to go from there. I knew I had just broken his heart but I knew that I was doing the right thing as we sat there at our table in silence.