[Edit: We’re back together again. I know, I know… I’ll write about it soon.]
We broke up.
The last few months have been a struggle. Certainly I was, and still am, glad to have her back in my life. The silence that existed without her was deafening. But the mistrust, the constant struggle, it blotted out the sunshine our relationship needed to flourish & grow again.
I certainly sowed the seeds of that mistrust long ago, and I tried to uproot that foul growth & replace it with something, anything, that was better.
Instead, after two heart-wrenching arguments, we let it go.
I’m sad, and angry, that I couldn’t make things better, but most of all I’m worried about her. She is very much not ok, and awkward as it may be, I want to be there for her, even if I am “just” a friend now.
A friend of mine I shared this with already read her post on this topic, and it offers more insight into why things didn’t grow & heal. Please feel free to read & comment there as well as here if you like.
