one of the hardest things post breakup—and this is especially true after longer relationships—is when you realize that chances are you’ve not only lost a lover, but a best friend.
the latter is definitely more difficult on me than the former.
I find myself guilty of sharing interesting things that happen to me, or funny things, or really anything that might be worth sharing, with my closest friends. Except nowadays i have to catch myself when I start a text to my now distant ex, because chances are that these things do not interest or concern her in the least.
to this day i still send “hi how are you” or “hope you’re well” or “are you feeling better” messages, not for any selfish reasons, but mainly just out of habit. i forget that as time goes on and the time apart starts getting closer to the time spent together that our lives are actually moving further away.
It’s a sobering reality that I hate to come to terms with, but it is still something that must be acknowledged and i seem to be doing a poor job with it.
and for the record, she will probably read this. and if you do- sorry for being bad at all that i just stated above.
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it’s probably why i’ve focused so much of my new year efforts on diet and exercise and healthier living. lose a friend? become better friends with yourself! yeaaaaaaah!
i’ve registered for a 5k, 2 half marathons and a triathlon this year. I’ve been wanting to do this forever, and what better time than now?
