seriously... last night i was out to dinner with friends and someone at another table got fish for dinner. i knew because i could smell it's almost vomit-inducing aroma. honestly, who could eat something that smells like that? and whoever it is that has the stomach to eat something that vile should have the decency to eat it in their own home and not punish everyone else in the building. or they could just go to a seafood restaurant. that way everyone in that restaurant is fully aware of the smells they will be subjected to at dinner.
i know i am over-reacting a bit... but just a bit. cooked fish smells that bad.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
she said this would be good for me
it's funny what breaking up with someone after a 6-year relationship will do to you...
i thought i wasn't strong. i guess i just never realized how strong i really am.
i can't say i didn't cry, though. i cried a lot. i stayed in bed a lot. for a few days i couldn't do much without crying. television, the radio, going to the store... everything made me cry.
it took me a few weeks to tell my friends that we were no longer together. they were shocked when they found out. we were that couple.
and now, about 2 months later, i can finally tell people that i am single without crying. yesterday, when i told someone at work that i had broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years, i waited to feel sad. i was actually anticipating the sadness. but it never came. i was ok with it.
this woman i met (which is a very long story in itself that i may get to another time) asked me if i was keeping a journal. i told her that i didn't want a record of how bad i was hurting - that i didn't want to look back and remember how bad it felt. she told me that it wouldn't be like that, and instead i would have a record of how far i've come. so i'm taking her advice. i want to look back later and see how very far i've come.
i started working out and i went back to college. i graduated high school 9 years ago and i'm finally going to get the college degree that i've always wanted. i've been working out everyday... and i feel great. i've lost 9 pounds and a pant size in about 2 weeks. i've got about 40 pounds to go until i reach my goal, but i know i will get there eventually... one day at a time. this is the heaviest i've ever been in my life, but i've got my excuses. and i won't be this way for much longer. midterms are next week. i've been aceing all of my quizzes and papers so far, so next week should go well.
i'm living for me now. i'm making decisions for myself and doing the things that i want to do.
this break-up changed my life... for the better.
i thought i wasn't strong. i guess i just never realized how strong i really am.
i can't say i didn't cry, though. i cried a lot. i stayed in bed a lot. for a few days i couldn't do much without crying. television, the radio, going to the store... everything made me cry.
it took me a few weeks to tell my friends that we were no longer together. they were shocked when they found out. we were that couple.
and now, about 2 months later, i can finally tell people that i am single without crying. yesterday, when i told someone at work that i had broken up with my boyfriend of 6 years, i waited to feel sad. i was actually anticipating the sadness. but it never came. i was ok with it.
this woman i met (which is a very long story in itself that i may get to another time) asked me if i was keeping a journal. i told her that i didn't want a record of how bad i was hurting - that i didn't want to look back and remember how bad it felt. she told me that it wouldn't be like that, and instead i would have a record of how far i've come. so i'm taking her advice. i want to look back later and see how very far i've come.
i started working out and i went back to college. i graduated high school 9 years ago and i'm finally going to get the college degree that i've always wanted. i've been working out everyday... and i feel great. i've lost 9 pounds and a pant size in about 2 weeks. i've got about 40 pounds to go until i reach my goal, but i know i will get there eventually... one day at a time. this is the heaviest i've ever been in my life, but i've got my excuses. and i won't be this way for much longer. midterms are next week. i've been aceing all of my quizzes and papers so far, so next week should go well.
i'm living for me now. i'm making decisions for myself and doing the things that i want to do.
this break-up changed my life... for the better.
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