April was a crazy month. It’s been a lot of soul searching and settling in and a whirlwind of changes.
Ending of March, beginning of April, my boyfriend and I had broken up. I spend almost two weeks after the decision of us going our separate ways, still living with him. We just never really saw each other and spent as much time out of the house as possible. I moved back in with my family, and I tried to keep myself busy and distracted. Taking up hours at work, spending crazy amounts of time out of my house with friends. Anything to keep myself from thinking about what had happened.
My boyfriend and I had been together for almost 5 years. We got together as a couple on July 1st, 2010. We had known each other and were really close friends for about 2-3 years prior. One night, he had brought it up that he too thought we were drifting apart and maybe it was time to go our separate ways. We both took this break up pretty hard, probably him more than me.
It’s weird being back home. In a room I haven’t lived in for years. I had lived with my boyfriend and his family (parents and great-grandmother) for a little over 3 years. It’s weird to not fall asleep or wake up next to him; I’ve been doing it for so long. It’s weird to think that the past 5 years are gone and that our plans or things I’ve thought about won’t happen. Well, some will, just not with him.
It’s hard to even type this. I hardly talked about this with even my best friends. It’s just kinda been this taboo topic that I wanted to avoid unless I was asked about it. I guess now that it’s been about 5 weeks, it’s easier to talk about it. I mean, what’s done is done and it’s time to move on. It’s time to grow and learn and continue with life, because it will stop for no one.
I’ve missed blogging and I’m glad to be back. Slowly but surely I’m getting back into it. I can’t wait to see you all around. Please leave links to some of your posts you want me to read! I really want to catch up with all of you again!