I wanted us to last. I didn’t want a few amazing years and then for it to be over in a flash.
I don’t want to experience the feeling of hurt, confusion, or disappointment again.
I wanted us to last. I didn’t want a few amazing years and then for it to be over in a flash.
I don’t want to experience the feeling of hurt, confusion, or disappointment again.
I’m still healing from heartbreak but I have chosen to stay. There is strength in staying, in living in the uncomfortable space that is all around me. I have chosen to stay and show up for myself instead of chasing the next thrill of adventure to numb the pain of heartbreak. I have chosen to find strength in patience. It still hurts, I’m still uncomfortable, I’m slowly accepting things for what they are instead of letting go.
I’m still raw, but I’m also still here.
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If you want to be with someone, you have to be mature enough to stick around when things get tough. Relationships aren’t always easy.
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Sometimes I think about when we used to talk. We’d talk about dreams and fears and how real change could happen with a little time. But now more than a little time has gone by and now we don’t talk anymore. I try to remember all the things I wanted then. And all the things I want now and what’s different and what’s the same. I sometimes miss that dreaming we would do when we still talking. Before the avalanche came down and everything changed. When I believed in you and thought you believed in me.
Because even if things were wrong then and I knew about it, I didn’t yet know the full extent. I couldn’t possibly have. And even if I was without that knowledge, ignorant me was happy with the dreaming. She was happy with the talking. Sometimes those are the things we’re willing to trade. Talking instead of silence. Dysfunction instead of truth. Dreaming instead of leaving. A happy me for a happier you.
You can’t pick and choose the things you want in a person, but if I could, I’d pick the you who would let me rest my head on his chest and tell me the things he wanted to do.
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I wanted to live happily ever after. I wanted to cook breakfast with you in the mornings and fall asleep with you in the evenings. I wanted to see what you looked like with grey hair. I had so much more planned for us and I feel like our love story ended prematurely.
Our story hasn’t officially ended…. yet.
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Today I heard some news that made me want to jump with joy… they are having a baby.
My heart feels light for a change. The weight of the stress has been lifted and I can breathe a sigh of relief.
It will never be the same as it once was – I was hurt too deeply. I am so ready to move on from this maelstrom you’ve caused me over the past couple of years.
A relationship means that you come thogether to make each other better.
Beleive in each other. Suport each other. Build each other.
Be their peace, not their problem.
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I stayed with you through all the bullshit because I was torn between not givin up on the person I loved and coming to term with the fact that the person I loved no longer existed inside the body I was staring at everyday. And I don’t give a fuck what anyone says … that is really difficult. But, true love stays, even when things get difficult.
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I don’t want a relationship where I am suspicious of you. I don’t want to watch you flip your phone upside down when I enter the room and add a passcode just in case you leave it behind when you run to the bathroom. I don’t want to wonder who you are texting. I don’t want to be on the constant lookout for signs you are cheating.
I don’t want to deal with the baggage that comes with you cheating on me. I don’t want to feel disrespected by someone who is supposed to love me.
I would rather have you do the mature, adult thing and leave me before you come close to acting unfaithful. I would rather have you rip the Bandaid off right this second than continue to be with me while flirting with another behind my back.
I never signed up for an open relationship. I never agreed to share your heart. If you cannot give me every single sliver, then take the entire thing away. I would rather watch you leave than have you sit beside me wishing you were gone.
I should be enough for you. You should not be looking for comfort outside from me. You don’t get to be in a relationship on days off while acting single at work. You get to choose one or the other. You have to make a decision — and it should not be a difficult one.
Whether you leave me or cheat on me, you are going to hurt me, so you might as well do it in the most respectful way possible. You might as well handle my heart gently by telling me it is over.
I would rather have you leave me than cheat on me. I would rather have you break my heart the old fashioned way than pretend you care about me when you are already invested in someone else.
It should be a no brainer.
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And I can’t believe I hadn’t realized that when we spent all those moments together she was in the back of your mind the whole fucking time.
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I only want to be with you two times…
Now and forever.
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I love you because every cell of my body responds to your touch, to your look, to the way you move and the way you sound. I love you because something, somewhere, directed me to you. Through the paths we have taken to one another, I have loved you. I’ve played in comfortable places among comfortable people until I had no choice but to leave there to come to you here.
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Five years ago today, we became husband and wife. We knew we belonged together. And now, half a decade later, I can say with absolute certainty that the past five years have been the best of my entire life. I don’t tell you this as often as I should, but I love being your wife. In fact, I’m proud to be your wife. You would do anything for me. You put up with me and my shenanigans, day in and day out. And for that, you deserve more than a blog post, you deserve a trophy. Thank you for remaining endlessly patient with me. That might be your best quality. Cheers to the second half of this decade, and many, many more to come. I love you, B. Always have always will.
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Isn’t it so freaking amazing that we found each other!?! Well, you found me, but in this world of 7, 205,350,220 people on record apparently (I Googled it), we found each other.
I floated around in cyberspace as you did, and we lived for more than four years floating around in the real world, and then suddenly, just like that, click. You found me and my universe changed. Irrevocably.
Nothing was ever the same after that.
I love you.
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It’s been a long week and for you it isn’t over yet. Two days off out of 10 is keeping me from you far too much. I love you so very much. I love every second that we spend together and, although I’d love if we didn’t have as much time apart as we sometimes do, I cherish the time we do have. All of the time I spend with you will never be enough.
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