I was going to say the same thing. I spent a lot of my last relationship talking myself into breaking up with him (and then chickening out and talking myself out of breaking up with him). I wasn’t actually happy for most of the time we were together.
Today, I found a little souvenir I had saved from our very first date, and I spent the next two hours sobbing in my bedroom…so, uh, I’m still kind of fucked up. I’m just going to keep reminding myself of all the reasons why our relationship sucked, and eventually I’ll be okay.