Single Again, The Next Chapter
The next chapter of my life began on Wednesday when I asked George to be my friend and not my boyfriend.
It's all very amicable. We both know we love each other deeply and consider each other family. We are still soul mates, house-mates and best friends.
After taking turns to console each other and cry; here I am posting a thing about the … the.. umm.. I hate to use the word, but the ‘break-up’. It's not really that we are ‘broken’ (we are less broken individuals than we were to start with) or ‘up’ or hate each other at all. It's more that we're both better off single at this point in time. Our intimate relationship has served its many wonderful purposes and it’s now time for us to move on with our individual lives as friends. For now, that means as house-mates in separate rooms.
I know that neither George or myself are planning on going out with anyone straight away. I think it will do George good to know what it feels like to sleep in a bed alone, to be single and live in a share house. For me it means focusing on being able to meet my own needs emotionally, physically, mentally and financially.
I’ve been through a lot of illness, as well as emotional and mental issues in the past year - none of which I could have overcome without George by my side. I know I have helped him through his own trials and tribulations. The simple truth is that neither of us are the same people we were six months or a year ago. I have been through so much that I need to step back and reassess what is left after so much baggage has been left behind. I honestly do not know who I am anymore. I’m excited to find out. It’s not something I can do when I feel obligated to take somebody else into account in how I behave and when making decisions.
I am moving out of his room of my own accord. Thursday night was just really weird for me. I wasn't comfortable there and felt that if I left to sleep in the lounge it would hurt him. This may be too much information, sorry if that's the case. I just want you to understand why I need to do what I need to do.
I do hope that in time George and I can better understand and appreciate each other. I want to say that I'm sorry that I have created more stress and anxiety in his life. I know it's not something that one needs while trying to deal with work, write a thesis and deal with weekly Blink drama.
I also need to thank George’s friends for keeping George alive and sane while I was going through my illness and mental breakdown. As much as my ego was hurt when I was going out with him, I can now see how you are a great support for him.
I'm sure we will all agree that a live George is a good George :)
If you have any questions for me please don't be afraid to ask, even if they may be hurtful or confronting.
Before you ask, yes I'm ok. I have colouring books, ice-cream, chocolate and my own room.
What more could a girl ask? :) (other than jelly and cupcakes of course!)
Take care, Di
It's all very amicable. We both know we love each other deeply and consider each other family. We are still soul mates, house-mates and best friends.
After taking turns to console each other and cry; here I am posting a thing about the … the.. umm.. I hate to use the word, but the ‘break-up’. It's not really that we are ‘broken’ (we are less broken individuals than we were to start with) or ‘up’ or hate each other at all. It's more that we're both better off single at this point in time. Our intimate relationship has served its many wonderful purposes and it’s now time for us to move on with our individual lives as friends. For now, that means as house-mates in separate rooms.
I know that neither George or myself are planning on going out with anyone straight away. I think it will do George good to know what it feels like to sleep in a bed alone, to be single and live in a share house. For me it means focusing on being able to meet my own needs emotionally, physically, mentally and financially.
I’ve been through a lot of illness, as well as emotional and mental issues in the past year - none of which I could have overcome without George by my side. I know I have helped him through his own trials and tribulations. The simple truth is that neither of us are the same people we were six months or a year ago. I have been through so much that I need to step back and reassess what is left after so much baggage has been left behind. I honestly do not know who I am anymore. I’m excited to find out. It’s not something I can do when I feel obligated to take somebody else into account in how I behave and when making decisions.
I am moving out of his room of my own accord. Thursday night was just really weird for me. I wasn't comfortable there and felt that if I left to sleep in the lounge it would hurt him. This may be too much information, sorry if that's the case. I just want you to understand why I need to do what I need to do.
I do hope that in time George and I can better understand and appreciate each other. I want to say that I'm sorry that I have created more stress and anxiety in his life. I know it's not something that one needs while trying to deal with work, write a thesis and deal with weekly Blink drama.
I also need to thank George’s friends for keeping George alive and sane while I was going through my illness and mental breakdown. As much as my ego was hurt when I was going out with him, I can now see how you are a great support for him.
I'm sure we will all agree that a live George is a good George :)
If you have any questions for me please don't be afraid to ask, even if they may be hurtful or confronting.
Before you ask, yes I'm ok. I have colouring books, ice-cream, chocolate and my own room.
What more could a girl ask? :) (other than jelly and cupcakes of course!)
Take care, Di