My ex and I have been amicable since our separation in February. In fact, I regard him as one of my best friends. He knows me better than most people, and as a result, I still involve him in my decision-making processes when I’m faced with tough life stuff. He’s been very vocal in our ongoing conversation about my career change, and I appreciate him for that.
Life has been kind of hectic since he started working downtown. His commute eats up his day and his job eats up most of his energy, and we have been talking less and less over the last week weeks. Last night, realizing I’d be able to close the shop up on-time, I asked him if he’d like to meet up for dinner. He agreed. It had been too long between visits.
Continue reading “Just Friends.”
I was poking around Facebook this morning while eating breakfast. My boyfriend had gone to work and it was just me and the new Alt-J record I just bought. I drew the curtains, opened the window, and lit some nag champa incense. A decidedly good morning. Our place is far enough from street noises to be serene. For the most part, you can hear the hum of the interstate a few miles away, but not much beyond that.
Anyway, I came across this article at medium.com by Aaron Bleyaert entitled “HOW TO LOSE WEIGHT IN 4 EASY STEPS.” Initially, I rolled my eyes at the title, but a curiosity overcame me, forcing me to not just skim, but read and absorb.
Continue reading “This Is How You Forget // “There’s A Darkness (But There’s Also A Light)””
I went through a difficult, complicated, and (in retrospect) necessary breakup during the summer of 2013. The gory details aren’t worth going into at this moment in time, but I will do my best to summarize the aftermath of the breakup: he insisted that we remain friends, I obliged against my better judgment, and our relationship became a big, muddled mess thereafter. Conflicted would be the best way to describe my feelings about the situation at the time. My brain told me that maintaining a friendship with my ex-boyfriend would only further complicate my life and inhibit my ability to cope with the separation and move on. My heart, on the other hand, insisted that in being his friend I could somehow, someway get him back. After months of trying, longing, and pining, my brain determined that my heart didn’t know a damn thing.
Continue reading “The Awful Truth // “You Will Miss Me When I Burn” + “The Perfect Space””