It took 66 days to get over this breakup.
Well, I think “over” might be too strong a word. I still get sad, bitter and angry from time to time. I often miss him. But the process of getting over him just isn’t as all-consuming as it once was. I don’t really have anything interesting to say about it anymore.
I’ve reached a stage of acceptance. He did the right thing, breaking it off with me. He didn’t string me along. He did it face-t0-face, and unambiguously. He never cheated or lied. The timing sucked, and it came as a shock… but he did what he felt he needed to do when he felt he needed to do it. His only fault was not being the person I wanted him to be, which isn’t really a fault.
In retrospect, I wish I had handled things with more class and maturity. But you learn…
I might be ready to date again sometime soon, but at the moment there are zero prospects. So it’s just little single ‘ol me… signing off.
I’m still blogging, though.
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