The day he screamed at me in the car because I said hi to a friend of my ex's.
When he insulted me in front of strangers at a black tie event.
The day he said my daughter deserved a good spanking.
When I called his hotel room between 1:30 a.m. and 4:00 a.m. and he didn't answer.
When I knew he was calling another woman from the restaurant's bathroom.
The morning he called me in a panic from the airport after realizing he left his cell phone in my home.
The moment I found texts and calls between him and another woman.
The afternoon I spoke to the other woman and found out he had been seeing her for several months.
When I took him back after 3 months and found out he had never stopped seeing her.
The day I found out he dumped her after she revealed that she was pregnant with his kid.
In those moments and, sadly, many others, I was not ready to know that it was over.
But the day I asked myself these questions and gave these answers:
Is he someone I could lean on if I got cancer? Absolutely not.
Is he the type of man I would want my daughter to someday pick for herself? Hell no!
Is our relationship the representation and model of love that I want for my daughter? Not at all.
That was the moment I knew it was over.