A long term relationship over. Adios.
Two broken hearts, lots of tears and a couple of months have passed.
What’s a couple of months to get over a two and a half year relationship? Apparently, enough time as now he’s with someone new.
You can’t ever hate the new girl because once you were her. Remember? There’s always someone after you and that’s not her fault.
But how shit is it. So, so shit.
They’ll have that honey moon phase where they can’t keep their hands off each other and his family will most likely prefer her – that’s how it always happens, right?
I’m seeing family members comment the same jokes that we shared on your relationship status – do those childhood memories come out for every girlfriend? Of course, they do, I shouldn’t have thought they were only for me. You’re not only for me.
I can’t go mad and throw my shit out the pram because I ended it. I went back and forth but it wasn’t working.
At one point this was a guy I wanted to marry and distance didn’t change that. No, it really didn’t – I can almost imagine the looks on peoples faces reading that.
We made each other laugh until we made each other cry.
Maybe she’ll be able to join in with his favorite quizzes, she won’t wear as much makeup as me and she’ll actually understand politics without needing to read the dumbed down articles first.
So no it didn’t work, and, yes it’s always shit to see someone else fill the void that you never quite filled yourself.
I’m so jealous.
Jealous of that honey moon phase I never wanted to end.
No, I’m not in love anymore. But I’m still in love with a memory and now I’m facing the reality that I’m not that girl anymore.
Featured image: me not giving a fuck.