I suppose my instincts were right when all these blessings came into my life in the last 6 months...something was bound to go wrong, and it would be something massive.
My 7 year relationship, almost all happy and fun and joy and companionship, has dissolved. I suppose it has been a few months that this has been progressing, and part of me saw it. The other part of me wanted so badly for it to not be true. Hell...I don't even know what true is anymore.
But I'm not special, I'm no exceptional story-this is the tale that has been told a million times in coffee shops and on phones and in emails and I am sure on numerous other blogs. The end of an era is a common occurrence.
I have spent over 1/4 of my life thus far with him. I did so because I felt there was a future in it...and for the longest time there was no reason to doubt that. Now, there is no clarity and no comfort. Just me and the cat.
But it's okay. There are many things I am unsure of now, but I am sure that I must carry on. I have no idea what life will look like in 6 months-what will have transpired, what will have happened with this and everything else. I just don't know, I can't know. Big plans don't make much sense right now. I have to take this day by day.
For today, I will continue to steel myself and find comfort in little moments, few and far between as they may be.
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