One month ago I was planning a holiday planning a 33rd birthday and thought my boyfriend loved me.
I was even deluded enough to think we may get engaged this year... So you can imagine my despair when he came home from the gym and said we need a break. All I kept thinking was "thank god I wore a bra"
As I saw him pack his things and leave our home I collapsed into a hump of tears and snot while the cat circled me and wondered why I was on the floor of the hallway and not filling his bowl with wet food (whenever the boy leaves I would give him wet food to bribe him) or he thought I was dying.
So I'm currently sailing through my life in a bubble where I'm alone and not with Dom. Which I never thought I would have to do.
I've been looking for my person for years and no one was ever quite right until him... And now I struggle to remember my life before him let alone continue without him.
And what's worst are his actions he is so cold towards me like we never existed. Like he wasn't the boy who drove to the next town because he didn't like how we had left things that morning. The boy who cried when his friend upset me. The boy who shouted at me when I missed the don't out if a text that should have said "I don't want to break up!" And then cried in my arms. Where has all that love and passion gone!!!
I can't accept it's over. Being hit by a car would be less painful... But here is to hoping.
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