For some reason tonight I feel compelled to write this:
After 11 long years, a "relationship" I had with a "man" is finally over. It took so long because we both refused to let go of one another. We had our reasons for holding onto each other, none of them good, of course, but we stayed put nonetheless.
Things actually ended in January after him calling me out of the blue and a series of therapeutic emails that help me finally accept what I'd seen all along: what I looked for in him for years didn't actually exist, I'd been willing it into existence and failing miserably. So, in January I sent the final email I plan to send in which I told him everything that had ever bothered me about him. Certainly some of it was petty, but it's what allowed me to let it all go.
I did and I have never been happier.