Breakups are extremely hard for me. For some reason I always believe that it can work out. When the truth is that it was time for that person to go. I’m always the optimist, the hopeless romantic that believes that its just a storm that we are going through and its just a matter of time before we find our way back to each other. To be honest I’m usually wrong. Totally wrong. I blatantly ignore the writing on the wall that my then partner wrote in big bold letters to let me know that they were on their way out.
I recently broke up with someone that I was with for a reasonably amount of time. The first three days were the hardest. Like most women, I went over our relationship like a bad movie. I went over every detail that I could think of to over analyze the break up. I did this for about 2 days. On the third day it finally hit me, I was ready to break up. I was no longer happy and neither was he. Deep down I was hoping that he would break up with me because I truly didn’t want the responsibility ( I got my wish). The split was mutual but I think that the other party thinks that it was all their idea and I’m cool with that. When you really want it to be over, you dont care who’s idea it was. You just want out.
You might ask why didn’t I just do it. I really didn’t want to look like the bad guy. I know thats not the most mature way of going about a break up but it true. As usual I saw the signs( going out alone , distant when together, no real conversation ect….) and I figured that he was going to do it anyway so why rush the inevitable. We were both done.
I have no bad words towards him. He was a pretty cool guy. He just wasn’t supposed to be my forever. Now that I’m back on the market, it’s time to get back to fighting shape. Its going to be a hot summer and you gotta be cute if you are single in the summertime. You never know who you may meet or what may happen. Darbonny is back.