Break-ups are hurtful
Hi, I just broke up with Jay last night. He dropped me off at the Greyhound station after a brief fight about the photo album and why I'm breaking up with him. It was pretty dramatic. He didn't even bother to stop at my bank to let me get some cash. I came home to my family to get some calm and peace, and what's more a place to call home... Anyways, here goes. He's not my boyfriend anymore because I've been unhappy for a couple of months now, and we've gotten to the point where I can't trust whether or not he's cheating. It's been nerve-wracking just living in the same space with him, seeing so clearly that he's cheating on me. It just hurt. And the lying, manipulative mindgames and mean spirited comments didn't help so much either from time to time. It all just superseded the love we had, and here we are again, alone in the world, except it was better when I was alone and naive instead of alone and broken-hearted from the almost 2 year long experience. I think things will be better from now on, at least I really hope so. Jay has my stuff at his place, I hope it isn't going to disappear when I get to LA again. Anyways, night, Happy Thanksgiving and God bless all..