because it was broken
You know what feels awesome? Moving on.
It's been almost a month since we broke up. When it happened, I could barely fathom making it through the day, let alone being happy a month later.
I'm not saying that I'm 100% fine. It'll still probably be hard when he starts dating, and I do still care about him--after all, we were together nearly 3 years, and that's a long time to love someone. But I finally realize how unhappy I was, and how forced our relationship was. I have no desire to be with him. I'm free of the little things that made me uncomfortable, like his social awkwardness and aggressive talking. I don't worry about money or how to entertain myself when he's at work. I don't worry that he's not going to class, or doing pot. I feel free and happy.
It's like a weight has been lifted. I'm cheerful at work and tolerant of even my most dull classes. I've lived through something I dreaded. I'm even dating again, and while it's nothing serious (and who knows where it'll end up?) it makes me happy. It's been eye-opening: there are lots of cute, successful, honest, and nice guys out there who make me feel great, don't do drugs, and are clearly capable of taking care of themselves without having to be nagged. It's refreshing.
I'm so proud of myself for the progress I've made, and can't wait to see where I am in another month. Everything is new and unplanned again, and oddly enough, I like it.
It's been almost a month since we broke up. When it happened, I could barely fathom making it through the day, let alone being happy a month later.
I'm not saying that I'm 100% fine. It'll still probably be hard when he starts dating, and I do still care about him--after all, we were together nearly 3 years, and that's a long time to love someone. But I finally realize how unhappy I was, and how forced our relationship was. I have no desire to be with him. I'm free of the little things that made me uncomfortable, like his social awkwardness and aggressive talking. I don't worry about money or how to entertain myself when he's at work. I don't worry that he's not going to class, or doing pot. I feel free and happy.
It's like a weight has been lifted. I'm cheerful at work and tolerant of even my most dull classes. I've lived through something I dreaded. I'm even dating again, and while it's nothing serious (and who knows where it'll end up?) it makes me happy. It's been eye-opening: there are lots of cute, successful, honest, and nice guys out there who make me feel great, don't do drugs, and are clearly capable of taking care of themselves without having to be nagged. It's refreshing.
I'm so proud of myself for the progress I've made, and can't wait to see where I am in another month. Everything is new and unplanned again, and oddly enough, I like it.