I can’t remember the last thing he “did” for me. He liked to say that our trip to Jamaica in July last year was my “best vacation” ever because it was all-inclusive and he barely had to plan anything… I know he’s wrong because I loved Cuba more (& I went with my mom). We had gotten into arguments on the flight to and from paradise and I can’t tell you why I hung on… trying to make it to 3 years; wasting my precious time.
How many times are you supposed to forgive someone you love? God says as many times as they hurt you, but your bff’s answer is “Never”. But if you’ve ever actually been in a relationship, you know the answer is, “As many times as I damned well please” 💁🏽♀️ With this last break up, I learned the hard way to stop looking to friends for comfort, especially if you don’t want advice.
“You have anger issues,” he likes to tell me. But.. No, I’m just not happy as I should be.
I don’t know if it’s over. As of this minute, it is, but you know how arguments go. Thing is, I don’t want to be with anyone who doesn’t want to be with me. I suppose I’m at that point where I’m letting a dog roam. He’ll soon learn that I’m off limits once he’s walked out of my door because I don’t take in strays. He’s gotten upset at me before, for being able to get so cold and cut off my love. But, after my last “relationship” I’ve learned that no relationship matters enough to lose my happiness.