Post breakup: the first 24 hours

Yesterday my (ex)boyfriend and I broke up. You can read all about it here.

It's been a rough 24 hours for me. I have had a few teary moments, but I haven't broken down and bawled yet. I know as soon as I go and see a certain friend for a heart-to-heart I'm going to be a mess. She knows me so well, and knows the situation I have been in better than anyone. She has seen me at my absolute worst, and built me up to my best. A soul sister if you will, and when she reads this she will know it's her. So I guess I'm just waiting to see her to really let myself feel the vulnerability that I am hiding.  [...]  read more

Single again

So I’m single again. We broke up at 2am this morning.

In my heart I know it’s the right thing to do. It just simply became too hard. I still love him, which is the tough part, but we just aren’t working.

The straw that broke the back was an argument over a road trip this weekend. I was concerned that he was about to start a drinking game at 12.30am when we were meant to be leaving for the airport at 5.15am to take a friend to the airport then continuing from there. I didn’t want a tired and grumpy boyfriend on the road trip. He said he would be fine with energy drinks and a couple of beers, that would keep him in good spirits. He also felt I was making assumptions on what time he would be coming to bed, because I said I was skeptical he would come to bed at the time he said he would.  [...]  read more