We broke up again….again!!
Suppose it was inevitable. We can’t seem to get along for any extended period of time. Not sure what made us think we could live together.
I, of course, blame him for having the emotional maturity of a cantaloupe. He, I’m sure, blames me for being hypersensitive. I’m sure the truth is in there somewhere.
The pressure of possibly making a bad choice by moving in with him was a lot to handle. So this, oddly enough, actually takes a lot of stress off of me. Plan B is a bust. But at least it doesn’t mean having to be beholden to a man that likes to keep score and hang things over my head; intentionally or not. 🙄
It also takes pressure off of him. He was going to have to make some serious accomodations for us; even move out of his own bedroom to do so. It was a lot to ask, but it felt necessary, and now it isn’t. It’s all done with.
Strangely I feel better, calmer. I don’t have any plan B now. But no matter. I’ll just keep going moment by moment, day by day. Guess we will see what’s on the other side of this eventually.
Will we actually stay broken up this time? Well… who knows? I wouldn’t mind having sex with him here and there. A sex buddy is always fun to have. But right this moment I really don’t care.
Cruel as it may sound, I have a feeling I’ll sleep well tonight.