One Day at a Time

They say breaking up is hard to do. I don’t know if that statement is from the perspective of the dumper, or the dumpee.

Speaking as the dumpee, it sucks.

But I survived the loss of my father over two years ago, and while this feels very similar to that, I know that this pain too will pass.

One day at a time. Sometimes one hour at a time. But I’ll get through it.

I still love her. And I really do want to remain her friend, and I hope for all the happiness in the world for her. That’s all I ever wanted for her really.

I know not what tomorrow brings. I only know that I have control of my own decisions, and no one else’s. I will forge ahead on my own path. I will do what my heart feels is right and I will not do things just because it’s what is “expected of me”.

Go me. Go on.