GQ and I broke up this weekend. Y'know...his mommy issues, our vastly different lifestyles & interests, the stress of my homebuying process, his lack of sports knowledge, my disdain for reggae music...big things, little things...
I could make a long list of reasons, but I'd rather not dwell. I'll do enough obsessing in the coming days, I'm sure...
In my weak moments, I freak out about being single again. I freak out about having just bought a home that "needs work" and not having my former-carpenter boyfriend around to help. I freak out about moving to Berkeley when single life is best served in the city.
But in my strong moments, I remember that I do pretty well when I'm single. I remember that my home has "good bones" and some of the DIY projects I'll take on will be challenging, fun, and rewarding. I remember that there's fun to be had and a life to be lived in Berkeley as well.
I think mostly, I'll just miss him.
So, I busted out my "go to" lunchbag when times get tough...and I remind myself again that LIFE IS GOOD. Indeed.
4 comments:
I'm so sorry to hear this. But it sounds like it was the right decision. Do you need helpers with the house? I'd be glad to jump in and lend a hand :)
Ugh, Susan ... I am so sorry. How I wish we could have a nice long talk over a glass of wine. I love you lady.
I'm so sorry Susan...want some company? I am doing some soul-searching and possibly entertaining the thought of moving to SF. If you need someone to keep you busy, let me know~
Come for a visit. Caleb can make you laugh for a few days
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