Tom and I broke it off. And it sucks. My heart hurts. And that might sound silly since it is really for the best but I still care about him so I hate hurting him. I mean I’m not an evil person, I don’t take pleasure in making people feel pain, but I truly believe the entire situation would be exponentially worse if we tried to make it work and both ended up married with children and not completely happy.
I don’t think I could have made him as happy as he should have been in a marriage so that is ultimately why I broke it off.
Have you ever had a relationship like that? One where you felt that everything was good but it just wasn’t completely sound?
You know how people liken some breakups to trying to fit a square peg in a round hole? Well this was like trying to fit a square peg in a square hole. Then realizing the peg was blue and you were putting it in the green square. It fit, it works, but it wasn’t perfect for either, and it wasn’t fair to either. And it sure as heck isn’t fair to the green peg and blue square out there looking for their partners!
Tell me you did what I did. Tell me I did the right thing. Tell me it’s going to be fine even though I feel like complete sh*t.
Tell me someone is bringing wine, Love Actually, and chocolate to my apartment.