So...yeah. Before I launch into depressing stuff, HI! I hear all my friends relocated here. Hope you are all well.
So what's going on in my life? My boyfriend of 1.1667 years dumped me two weeks ago. I'll spare you all the tear-stained details, but it was by phone and letter, without warning, and I'm in that weird phase of "Is this just a phase? Are we going to get back together? Can he forgive me for my mistakes? Can I be a better person?"
There was no cheating. No arguments. No major drama. He's a PhD student. I'm trying to launch a career. No, things were not perfect. I'm a workaholic. He's a perfectionist. He wouldn't even meet me to exchange possessions. He insisted on a third party handling the swap. And this happened right after a pretty decent vacation in San Francisco with him over Christmas.
So love hurts. Breakups suck. I'm doing okay, but I have an appointment to get my head examined and make sure I don't need more meds.
~End of Depressing Story~