My note from the Universe this morning:
“One’s ability to stop kidding themselves is what brings about the greatest breakthroughs, fastest comebacks, and happiest feet.”
I had a disappointing weekend, a couple of drinks last night (which is unusual for me) and called my ex-boyfriend in a state of sadness. I left a message. He didn’t call me back. And now it’s time for me to stop kidding myself.
It’s time for me to stop hoping.
I had hoped we could stay friends. I had hoped he would come back to me someday – even though I don’t know when someday might be. I’m starting to get the message that he doesn’t really want contact with me. He really just wants to be done with me. It’s not his job to be my friend or make me feel better.
I have no idea why I’m having such a hard time letting go and moving on, but I am. It’s not as if I’ve never been dumped before. Maybe I just never loved quite this well before. I’m doing all the “right” things – eating okay, exercising, trying to see friends, looking for a full-time job, writing, trying to buy a house – all these things that are all pieces of “moving on”.
But I’m stuck. Stuck like a wheel in mud. And I’m so unhappy. Yes, I have good days. It actually seems that I’ve had more good days than bad days. But the bad nights, like last night, and the bad days, like today, are still so very bad that I hardly know how to get through them. One breath at a time – which I reminded myself of as I sobbed into my already-soaked pillow last night. Of course, I am my own person and I don’t need another to complete me. But I miss him, and the connection we had. I was happy in that relationship. But he wasn’t. And that makes it wrong. Both people have to be happy.
Maybe I need to go back to therapy (ick). A couple of friends have said it would be good for me now, to work through some past stuff, since I am in a place where I am free and set-up for change. Yes, maybe they are right. Maybe I need some help to push through this. I’ve given it time. Time isn’t helping. I’ve been trying to focus on the positive, to forge new dreams. Still, not helping, not really.
I feel so fucking pitiful. And I hate that feeling.
Guess I need to give it more time. In the meantime, I guess the tears will keep flowing.