I said I’d wait a few days to write about this, but I can’t. There are no hard feelings, my heart is not broken, but I’m really, really sad. Mike and I broke up yesterday. It’s been tough going for a while now, and we tried real hard to figure out another way. But ultimately the timing was wrong, or that’s the official explanation anyway. It’s never quite that simple, really, but I’ll tow the party line. (Is that the cliche I mean to use? It sounds right, but I don’t know. Tow? Toe?) Anyway, I’m not mad, we’ll be friends, blah blah blah, but damn. My heart hurts. I really like that man!
Needless to say, I did not find the joy I was looking for this weekend. Two job fairs and a break up. I miss my friends that live far away. I miss my parents. This time is so hard, I wish I could sleep through the next six weeks and wake up with a Masters degree, a job, an apartment, and a boyfriend who wants to be my boyfriend. No, strike that last part. I have a lot of love in my heart, but I’m going to save it for friends and students and my family back home.
I’ve been staring at this screen for the last ten minutes, trying to figure out how to end this entry on a positive note.
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Sometimes there just isn’t a pure positive note. Listen to Bob, shrug, and ramble on down the road.
I’m so sorry for your hurt heart. We love you lots.
Willow, as someone who is currently recovering from a breakup (one month today!), I reccommend being very, very nice to yourself. Do whatever makes you feel good, be it taking long walks in the woods, reading crappy magazines, watching shitty movies…everybody’s got their something that makes them feel better. Don’t feel like you have to be positive.
I totally understand the wanting to skip ahead six weeks thing! But as Ritchey said to me, the fact that want to fast forward through the “right now” proves that you know it is only a small amount of time before you will feel better. And that is a good thing.
Hang in there!
Thanks, ladies.
I’ve definitely got the “watching shitty movies” part covered.
It’ll be cool.
Willow,
A heath blizzard from the Dairy Queen also works wonders!
oh man…. im sorry.