So This is When Things Get Worse
Yeah, maybe I can't handle this, I don't know.
NONE of my other friends have been successful (completely) at keeping their long-term relationships when one of them went abroad. None. It's frightening. And the statistics on outsiders don't help either.
I think the plan now is to get two separate places and potentially sublet out the smaller one if we decide to live together when he returns. In a lot of ways, this feels like we're already giving up. I just can't begin to describe how I feel about it, but I know in a way that it's the best choice.
And now I'm skipping going to one of his few choir concerts this year because I'm a pussy and I haven't been able to stop crying for the last 48 hours. This is just getting ridiculous.
I'm just waiting for the depressing call from Epic either tomorrow or Tuesday. Knowing me, this is the luck I would have.
NONE of my other friends have been successful (completely) at keeping their long-term relationships when one of them went abroad. None. It's frightening. And the statistics on outsiders don't help either.
I think the plan now is to get two separate places and potentially sublet out the smaller one if we decide to live together when he returns. In a lot of ways, this feels like we're already giving up. I just can't begin to describe how I feel about it, but I know in a way that it's the best choice.
And now I'm skipping going to one of his few choir concerts this year because I'm a pussy and I haven't been able to stop crying for the last 48 hours. This is just getting ridiculous.
I'm just waiting for the depressing call from Epic either tomorrow or Tuesday. Knowing me, this is the luck I would have.