You’re addicted.
Then slowly, things start to change. You start to notice the negative side of him. You find out he lies about certain things or keeps things from you that you deserve to know. He suddenly isn’t giving you the same amount of attention he was giving you in the beginning. You don’t feel as important to him anymore. You start fighting over these things and the high has worn off. You’re just miserable all the time and crying wishing you didn’t feel that way.
It gets to a point where you realize he makes you feel more awful than good. So you make up your mind to leave him. And you do.
You end the addiction.
You start out strong. You ignore all his calls and texts. You tell your friends and family that you’ve decided to move on and they couldn’t be happier because they felt he wasn’t right for you to begin with. Then after a few days of no contact with him, you start to break down. You miss him and the way he made you feel. You miss the high of being with him. You tend to forget the lows and just remember how great the high felt.