LONG STORY SHORT,
we were the perfect couple.
A dog and a blog away from being the apple pie, rosy cheeked duo adored by all.
We traveled the world together, we didn’t fight, and we loved each other fiercely.
So, naturally, as a cliche twenty-something, I left.
Yanno, to go
Well, if anyone doesn’t know “I want to find myself” is code for:
I want to see what it’s like to fuck around with other people.
Sorry. It just is. We all know it is true no matter how much we want to deny it.
To all of you who do not think that this is a valid reason to break up with someone who is perfectly lovely, handsome and kind, my rebuttal is threefold
- Evolution, enough said.
- Relationships (of any kind) help you figure out what you want and don’t want.
- Humans live forever these days.
So the breakup went a little bit like this –
11 am – graduated
9 pm – “I think this is something I need to do”
1 am – packed
10 am – moved to Chicago
Yes, yes, I played the part of
COLD HEARTED BITCH.
Some called me courageous for leaving a relationship after 5 1/2 years, but it was mostly speculated that I was having an evil whore having a mental breakdown.
Which, I mean, is only half untrue…