I had one recently. A big life change.
After fighting and having problems for months, Mike and I broke up. 7 and a half years. That’s how long we were together. And now it’s done.
It wasn’t a messy breakup, though. Sure, there were tears. Apologies. Sadness. But there was laughter. Understanding. Hugs.
I never imagined that happening until a few months ago. And at first the idea terrified me. Over 7 years of my life was based around him. And before that – I was in a 3 year relationship with someone else. I’ve never been…just me. And I didn’t know what that would look like. I didn’t know what that would mean for my happiness.
But I’m alright. I’m sad things ended as they did. Mike and I could have made a great life together. But it needed to happen. And I’m still happy. I’m still me. And a part of me is really excited to see what the future brings. For the first time in a LONG time, there are no plans. I get to be the one to decide. No one else. And that’s kind of awesome.
I’m happy he’ll still be my friend. So cliché, I know, but it’s true. We have been just like best friends for so long, that part hasn’t changed. Even if the romantic aspect is gone, the friendship is still there. And that is comforting.
Explaining it to everyone else has been a challenge. Family especially. I’ve never been one to explain every little detail of my life to my parents. I know they think I have, but they’re wrong. If they knew half the things I think, feel, and do, they would be shocked. I just never saw us as having that type of parent/child relationship. I tell them the important stuff, but only when I have to. Not a moment sooner. No one wants their family to worry.
So this change is good. It’s sad, and it’s different. But it’s good.
I really do believe everything happens for a reason, and I’m ready for my next chapter to start.