I’m sorry that I haven’t been posting here lately. I’ve only had one thing to talk about and I haven’t much felt like talking about it. But I can’t deny it anymore, so here goes:
My relationship has fallen apart.
Pete and I broke up, officially, on Monday. We broke up unofficially last Monday and even more unofficially a couple of months ago. The fact is we’ve both been pretty miserable for quite some time, and I got to the point where I couldn’t handle it anymore.
Nothing big happened- no huge fight, no betrayals, no drama. We just stopped loving each other. We’re too different and our friendship wasn’t strong enough to pull us through the difficulties a relationship can bring.
So I’m in the process of trying to figure out what in the hell I’m doing and where I’m going and how I’m going to survive. I know I can do it, because I’m strong and independent and smart, but it’s still pretty damn scary.
I’m sorry I’ve been silent about this, but I have a hard time admitting when there is a problem in my life that I don’t know how to fix.
Being alone in New England is a place that I never thought I’d be in, but here I am.