I think I've lost myself along the way. I look back at old pictures I've scrapbooked and I see a hopeful person, excited in those moments of life and for where I was headed, and I realize that now I'm just an empty shell with no hopes.
That's where you messed up. You gave them the opportunity to picture a life without you, by being inconsistent. So when they got the strength, they walked away without looking back. No not walked away, they learned to move on.