Our 3 1/2 month relationship came to an end last night. It was bittersweet, as most endings are. In a nutshell, I don’t feel like he accepts who I am but only wants to see the parts of me he is comfortable with and I know someone, someday, somewhere, will appreciate all of me. He didn’t want it to end. I didn’t want it to end. And as it was happening it felt wrong. I had a few moments of denial and thought it will never really be over. As certain as I felt leading up to it, it didn’t feel right when it was actually happening. It was really weird.
I didn’t sleep. I’ve been up for almost 48 hours. I tried, but the knots in my stomach kept me awake. I can’t wait to go to bed around 7 tonight and sleep for 12 hours. I am exhausted.
Getting over someone is the pits. Every little stupid thing reminds me of him.
Time, 12 hours of sleep, and a weekend in Merced with my brother is all I can see right now.
1 comment:
your strong and this too shall pass. enjoy the weekend with andrew and erika and kaelyn. thinking of you.
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