It's Saturday night, and as many experience at the beginning of any breakup, I'm alone.
I haven't seen "him" in over a week, and we had what could be our last conversation on Wednesday. I'm trying to stay "strong" but I may have to hide my phone from myself in a minute. I keep reminding myself that the pain of staying in an unhealthy relationship is probably worse than the pain of moving on. Regardless, it all hurts.
How is it possible to be miserable with someone, and just as miserable apart?
Yet another great mystery of life. Meh.
May my next post be more positive.
