Arms wide open. Here we go.
So, it's been 3 1/2 months since the end of my last relationship of 3 1/2 years. It's been the longest 3 1/2 months of my life. Not that that's a bad thing. It's been crazy, to say the least. I've gone through so many changes and states of well being, that I consider myself to be a different person. So much has happened. It's definitely given me an early start on the "winter's worth of art" this year. The way the whole breakup went down really fucked me up, but I know that I will love and trust again. Hopefully on a greater level. It'll be hard though. She was special, or at least, I thought she was. I'd like to say that I'm at a point where I'm free of the unique combination of guilt and hatred that made this recovery especially difficult. We'll see how it goes. But it's true what they say. You learn from it. You learn what, and what not, to do in the future. You learn about yourself. Have to say it was worth it.