I am not one to lack words…ever. Yet this post has been so hard for me to write.
Dealing with a break-up is never fun. But one thing about this situation that is so different is that I am not sad…only mad. I actually have yet to cry about the blow up.
Not ending it was never an option. My mama always taught me that I never wanted to be with someone who didn’t wholeheartedly want to be with me.
I’m still in a haze, feeling a bit of anger for all of the time and energy that was wasted.
Sorry for the lack of substance to this post—I just really don’t know what else to say.