My boyfriend... I guess, 'ex'-boyfriend now, broke up with me yesterday morning. We'll call him J. I saw it coming but it was still a shock and to be honest I thought I would be the one doing the breaking up.
So the point of this blog is so that I can ramble and maybe make sense of things - and maybe be able to look back over time at how things have changed. Because I guess this is a new chapter of my life.
Some background info - I'm a 20 year-old uni student, and J and I had been together for a year and 3 months. Things started off great - we met online, met up and instantly clicked, and that was that. I started spending a lot of time at his place, as my parents live 2 hours from uni and he was a 5 minute bus trip. But its a very small place, and inevitabely the cracks in our relationship began to appear. We coped with problems very differently - I wanted to communicate and resolve problems, he preferred not to talk about things too much. We bounced off each others stress and being stuck in a one room unit didn't help. So he rang me yesterday morning and said we should break up. I've been pretty devastated, even though I know he did the right thing. As it always does, time will make the hurt fade.
So on Wednesday I have to go and pick up all my stuff. That's going to be hard. I think it would be easier if we were angry at each other, but instead we're just sad.
I will miss the cuddles, the laughing and being silly, and all the other good times that J and I shared. But I am also looking forward to the future. The thought of being single is kind of exciting... you never know what will happen, who you'll meet. My new years resolution will be to make myself happy, because you have to do that before you can make anyone else happy. This is the beginning of the rest of my life, and its going to be wonderful. This is square one.
S
