I Love Her

In April, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I am still in love with my ex-girlfriend. I told her this. She cried, and regretfully told me she's with someone else.

My greatest hope? To win her back and spend the rest of my life with her. My greatest fear? That she'll find love elsewhere, and my chances are over.

This is one of many ways I cope.

In the best interests of her, my friends, and I, this blog will remain anonymous.

This is real.

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Jul 24
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The road to wellville

You know you live in the future when Facebook becomes your barometer for emotional stability.

It was recently my ex’s birthday, and I had a feeling a (now third) round of photos featuring her, her new boyfriend, and a bevy of mutual friends was bound to show up on my front page “feed” (wow). Sure enough, it did. But I didn’t lose it. Yeah, I get this intense heat in my stomach when I see her but emotions don’t succeed that.

So now I’m in this strange place. My feelings are subsiding for the girl who I loved more than anything, and it’s a tad spooky. My not having her for two months at the bate of her hints of false hope with a capper of the rug being pulled out from under me in her decision to give this guy (safety) a try, made me stronger.

Such a grown up thing… to be happy for someone you loved so much when they’re with another person while not letting jealousy rear its nasty head. That’s where I am.