After a three year relationship, the last of which was spent in chaos as a result of my XBFs alcoholic demise, I finally had the courage to part ways with him, leaving him now with absolutely nothing to cling to. He is sad and angry, and very deeply depressed. He can’t seem to comprehend that it’s not my responsibility to provide him with a normal life. While we were together he enjoyed spending time at my house, (he has bounced around from room rental to living in car so hasn’t had a home for years) with my dog, going out to dinner or on mink vacations-all at my expense. Now that has all been taken away from him, and he can’t understand why I would do such a thing. He can’t relate his behavior over the past year (which has involved verbal/mental abuse, police, jail, hospital) to my decision at all. In his eyes he was happy with our relationship, and now I’ve destroyed him. I know I’ve done the right thing, but why do I feel sooooo terrible about it??