Moving On Once Again
As we charge through life, we are often times confronted with things that throw us for a curve here and there. It could be sickness, loss of job, being unsure of what to do, making mistakes, and making bad choices, or something very serious. And then there is the ultimate question of love and how it affects us as well.
Once again I find myself at the threshold of sadness again. Still, as time goes on and we mature, I'd like to think that I have learned to handle such things better. And yet, I am a post skinny hipster who is sharing everything with people on the Internet. Ha ha ha ... That's how it is now. It was six months, was happy for the most part. They were a hard six months that were plagued with things lingering from the past (which I won't get into here or tell of because I AIN'T CRAZY), but I stood by him. Few women would do what I did, but ... When one is reasonable and sees things in black and white too much, it makes you weird. There were no tears, no bargaining, not even a good by kiss. It was just over. He said that every woman he has ever been with has dumped him because he has acted terribly or erratically, but he's not going to let that happen again. I decided that I wasn't going to pretend that I understood the logic, but if that's the way he felt then that's the way he felt. Then I said I was leaving, I got in the car and drove away.
Optimism is a hard thing to have in the world today, but it remains. We go forward without thinking what I could've done differently or I am flawed in some way. I will not submit to depression like I have in the past and blame myself. Not one man out there would think that it was something they did wrong, but that if the woman were to leave them the other party was a loser. I won't go that far, I'm not going to accuse him of something. We all have our problems. And now I don't have to share my space and cook Sunday breakfast for anyone but myself anymore. With a heavy heart, moving on.
Once again I find myself at the threshold of sadness again. Still, as time goes on and we mature, I'd like to think that I have learned to handle such things better. And yet, I am a post skinny hipster who is sharing everything with people on the Internet. Ha ha ha ... That's how it is now. It was six months, was happy for the most part. They were a hard six months that were plagued with things lingering from the past (which I won't get into here or tell of because I AIN'T CRAZY), but I stood by him. Few women would do what I did, but ... When one is reasonable and sees things in black and white too much, it makes you weird. There were no tears, no bargaining, not even a good by kiss. It was just over. He said that every woman he has ever been with has dumped him because he has acted terribly or erratically, but he's not going to let that happen again. I decided that I wasn't going to pretend that I understood the logic, but if that's the way he felt then that's the way he felt. Then I said I was leaving, I got in the car and drove away.
Optimism is a hard thing to have in the world today, but it remains. We go forward without thinking what I could've done differently or I am flawed in some way. I will not submit to depression like I have in the past and blame myself. Not one man out there would think that it was something they did wrong, but that if the woman were to leave them the other party was a loser. I won't go that far, I'm not going to accuse him of something. We all have our problems. And now I don't have to share my space and cook Sunday breakfast for anyone but myself anymore. With a heavy heart, moving on.
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