Walk Away

"Sunny days seem to hurt the most.
I wear the pain like a heavy coat.
I feel you everywhere I go."
-Kenny Chesney

I had to let him go. I had to walk away. Because there is no way I would be happy in a relationship where bars and drinking are the sole, central focus. I enjoy going out, so don't get me wrong. But there's so much more to life than just going to the bar all the time.
Drinking 5-6 days a week.
Going on 12 hour drinking binges, consistently, and then driving home.
It doesn't work for me.
It was never going to work for me.
It's not the lifestyle that I want. It won't make me happy.
He had a choice. He picked the bar over and over again. He was always going to do that.

I made the right choice, fighting for what I know I'm going to need to be happy in the longrun. So why does it hurt this much?