<human>: Can you condense the text into three sentences or less?

Well...after the longest month of my life, I finally unfriended him. In a way I'm relieved. I don't have to overanalyze the fact he still has his "in a relationship" up. I don't have to double think about whether he'll see my posts and try to find a way to secretly communicate that I've changed. This is just another step in realizing that it is HIM that needed changing. 

The last straw was when I saw he became a fan of a page full of gorgeous half naked girls working out. Me, a perfectly fine pretty girl who WORKS at a gym.This, the guy I would literally beg for sex from. Who would go weeks and weeks without sleeping with me and yet continued to look at porn and masturbate. Who wouldn't hold my hand. Who stopped sticking up for me. Who wouldn't even kiss me for no reason other than me asking him to. Who watched me cry and lay awake at night wondering why I wasn't good enough. Who would promise to change and ultimately did nothing. Who got more excited over his possessions than he ever did about me. 

I've never had two such strong emotions co-exist. Longing for him and searing hate at the same time. 

Warning, immature heat-of-the-moment rant ahead: I honestly hope you don't find anyone. In fact, I know you won't.
<bot>: Unfriended ex one month after post breakup in a fit of anger. Am desperate to feel the benefits in remembering it's the right decision.