cofiboi

break-ups are usually ugly.
my most recent one was no exception.

but i had to end it. i had to get away from my partner before i do more damage.

i’ve been in both ends of the ‘break-up’ spectrum. i was both a ‘dumper’ and a ‘dumpee.’

this time, i was the dumper.

iw ouldn’t elaborate on the reasons because it would be unfair to him. he wouldn’t have any avenues to defend himself.

let’s just say that i tried to make it as clean as possible. less painful for him and i want us to be friends, not bitter exes.

i hope that he moves on soon. eventually he will, but the sooner he starts the healing process, the less painful it would be.

i am not happy that i ended the relationship, but i am relieved.

since i broke up with my boyfriend, i found myself liberated. not because our relationship was suffocating, but i finally realized that i am not yet ready to share my life with someone. i am perfectly happy being single.

i find myself going out more, spending more time with the people i care about and consume obnoxious amounts of alcohol. not because i’m depressed, but because i am HAPPY.

i am slowly trying to let go of all my emotional baggages and picking up the pieces of the life i have put on hold for someone.

as my friend aptly put it: we are living one day at a time, literally.

should you feel as crappy as the one you broke up with if you were the one who initiated the breakup?

i feel bad of course, but that doesn’t stop me from feeling happy.

i have a lot of things to go on for.

i still have my life ahead of me.

you learn your lessons and move on.