afterlife
It’s strange being single after almost 8 years… The apartment is empty. It’s just me and Pheebs. She’s a sweet dog, and her unconditional love is a wonderful thing.
I’ve had a lot of time over the last week or so to think about things, and as I’ve told a couple of people, it’s bittersweet. I still love Jon and before last month I would have sworn we’d be together forever. But now… now that we’ve broken up and are now living apart… I can see myself without him. This wasn’t my choice, but it’s not a bad life.
I have no hard feelings towards him. He’s a beautiful person and has a lot to offer the world… He needs to be young and single and see the world through those eyes. He was still in high school when we started dating (he was 18, I promise) and had only been with me. I know he’s not the type to sleep around or be slutty, but he should at least have the chance.
For myself, well, we’ll see what happens. I’m coming out the other side of this relationship older, wiser, and damnit, heavier. Married life was kind to me, and when I’m happy, I eat. We did nothing but eat for 8 years. Jon’s metabolism kept his tummy flat, mine just grew. Grrr.
I’m determined to work on myself before I even consider another relationship. I need to lose some weight. I need to get a new(er) vehicle. I need to spend time with my family.
While I have no qualms about putting myself out there and playing around, I’m just not ready.
I’ve had a lot of time over the last week or so to think about things, and as I’ve told a couple of people, it’s bittersweet. I still love Jon and before last month I would have sworn we’d be together forever. But now… now that we’ve broken up and are now living apart… I can see myself without him. This wasn’t my choice, but it’s not a bad life.
I have no hard feelings towards him. He’s a beautiful person and has a lot to offer the world… He needs to be young and single and see the world through those eyes. He was still in high school when we started dating (he was 18, I promise) and had only been with me. I know he’s not the type to sleep around or be slutty, but he should at least have the chance.
For myself, well, we’ll see what happens. I’m coming out the other side of this relationship older, wiser, and damnit, heavier. Married life was kind to me, and when I’m happy, I eat. We did nothing but eat for 8 years. Jon’s metabolism kept his tummy flat, mine just grew. Grrr.
I’m determined to work on myself before I even consider another relationship. I need to lose some weight. I need to get a new(er) vehicle. I need to spend time with my family.
While I have no qualms about putting myself out there and playing around, I’m just not ready.