It's been awhile
I haven't had much to blog about because, well, things have been going well.
There's always a "but" though, isn't there?
It's over. Mr. Nice ended things (very abruptly) last night. For those still checking my blog out, I'll post an update in the next few days, after I've gotten some sleep and purged my body of all of these tears.
At least I'll have more fun and exciting stories from the dating world to write about. I do what I can to keep my audience happy.
Labels: Break-Ups
5 Comments:
Oh no, babe! I am sorry to hear this. Take care of yourself - there's nothing you can do to get through this part of the grieving process quicker, so cry as much as you want to, and surround yourself with friends who love and care for you.
Thank you, hon. I know it was only five months, but the way we were approaching things was so different. I really thought that we were building the foundation to something special. Then right when it felt like we were getting secure with each other, like we were really getting close emotionally, he was gone. Am taking good care of myself.
so sorry to hear that. And the amount of time you were together says nothing about how much it can or cannot hurt. Take care
Yes, I know you're right about that. And I know that what happened really is about his emotional unavailability than anything I said or did. I know that. It's one of those things where I wish something bad had happened -- a series of fights or some unresolvable incompatibility or something -- as opposed to it just ending. I hate that because it makes me hope that he'll come back ready to work on himself, ready to work on things.
Sigh :(
I've been checking into your blog to see how things are going...I'm sorry to hear that things didn't work out the way you had hoped.
Take-out, champagne, long baths and good girly movies - as often as you need - are totally in order.
Putting yourself out there and being vulnerable are scary and tough. But you try because you believe in yourself and your right to happiness. So you should be at least proud of yourself for that.
And there's always singing Ani at the top of your lungs as you drive around that never fails to make yourself better or worse - whatever you need!
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