Following the grocery fight, more blames come my way. Now I am the one to get the blame for not communicating with his psychologically disfunctional daughter and telling me I was not going to win in this battle and we needed to break up. Heck of it, I am not going to take the blame for nothing. I am OUT. BF being the "nicest" person, saying he's done EVERYTHING but the situation still didn't improve so he had NO choice. I am mad and hurt, burning inside but remaining calm on the outside. I am determined to take the high road. I would bite my tongue until it bleeds if I had to, to stop me from saying something nasty yet true. His life, whatever he wants, I ain't going down with him. So this time, IT'S DONE DEAL.