Now that I'm over the initial shock of having to leave my boyfriend of 2 years, who I thought I would marry and have children with, I have to say I feel a sense of calm washing over me. Tonight I left him because he got drunk one too many times and called me names and was just this mean, awful person. He locked me in our bedroom and wouldn't let me out when I became hysterical. I can't believe I put up with feeling worthless for so long. It's going to hurt, but tomorrow I will be happy knowing I did right by me. And him? Well, he'll have a nasty hangover and this sinking feeling that he just lost the only person to love him. And he'll regret every drink.