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Well, it really happened.
The other boot finally fell. I am dumped. I'm used to shit falling on my head, but not so much at once. I've finally composed myself after a while of crying, but the truth is I wasn't crying over Nicki. I was crying because this just reminded me that Tiff is gone. She used to help me pick up the pieces after a girl played footy with my heart. Now I'm just alone and trying to put the pieces in working order. I thought I'd be in worse shape over this really. I honestly loved Nicki. But it's hard to deny the fact that I always expected this. She was always closed off about certain aspects of her life and feelings, so I knew deep down she wasn't ready for anything serious. I was basically training wheels. And though she did break a bit of my heart here, I think I'm alright with it. At least I got to enjoy some happy feelings for a while, yes?
The 'rents promised to keep me out of the bottle if things start going south.
This is good, because it's quite frankly a miracle I haven't reached for any yet. So, anyone worried about my drinking can take solace in that. I just hope I'll be able to move on now. At least she gave me closure, which is something my previous ex never did.
Silver linings and all that.