New Chapter

I figured it’s been a good while since I’ve written. The last time I posted, I was in a deep, low place. I was dealing with usual dating woes (although this time, it was much deeper than usual since she had mutual feelings towards me). It also knocked me down even more when I discovered that she has been talking to a new guy and eventually became exclusive with him. I was heartbroken… again. I’ve gone through the questions over and over in my mind, as well as just thinking back to the good times that we’ve had together. I was low for 4-5 days. I had to hide the true effects of how I was feeling from my coworkers, strangers, and even my grandpa. The only hint was that I haven’t been eating. In the past, I was usually in this mindset for maybe several weeks. This time, all it took was 5-6 days. I was eating again, going out with friends, and just occupying my time with video games. Something snapped in place in my mind on the 5th day. 

Maybe it was the fact that no matter what I say, it’s not like she will suddenly decide to dump that guy and run back to me. Maybe it was the fact that, upon looking back, I actually saw some signs that it wasn’t really heading in the direction I was hoping it would. Maybe it was the fact that I realized that maybe she hasn’t really been open and truthful to me. The details are too long and complicated, but for the most part, it could be a combination of all three. I yelled at myself internally to stop feeling sorry for myself. I’ve somehow convinced myself that she is not the girl for me anymore. I was able to say to myself that if she really wanted to be with me, she would have made the effort, regardless of the obstacles inbetween. She didn’t. 

I haven’t completely removed her from my life. We are still friends on Facebook. However, we haven’t talked for over a week. Just some comments here and there on posts on Facebook. And, while most people would feel bitter towards someone who would put them in the same situation as I was in, I don’t (for the most part). There are still some stinging memories and I feel my veins constrict when I see her name sometimes. But, after a few seconds, I just scroll past and move on. It’s not me to shit on someone’s happiness. She’s been more talkative to mutual friends recently. She seems happier. She seems to just be… more upbeat. Again, it’s not like she was unhappy when she was talking to me. But, I certainly noticed how she has become more positive. And, I can’t take away her happiness, no matter how much she hurt me. 

While I am over her and moved on, there are times when I still think what if. But, they will remain as what ifs, and now I have to focus on what can happen in my future. I don’t know if we would get to talk one on one again anytime soon since she will be spending that time with her new boyfriend. If she needs moral support, she knows that I’m still here for her. But, those feelings… they’re now gone. I certainly wish her the best… and I hope that he treats her well. That’s all I can ask for: for her to be happy and respected. 

Association

Ever had a certain place that reminded you of someone? A quirk that you remembered that brought you back to the person doing it? A familiar smell that triggers your memory? I get those a lot. More so recently. I tend to place a sentimental value on certain events, places, jokes, whatever possible, to the very person that I was with around that time. It holds a special meaning in my mind, in my heart. 

Lately, because of how someone doesn’t hold that same relationship with me as before, I’ve been trying to disassociate all these places and events. I’m usually fond of good memories, but not when I know it will just dampen my mood and trigger unwanted emotions. I try to detach everything possible from before, which really sucks because I don’t want to just wipe everything out. But what else can I do when certain things just make me sad suddenly? It’s especially hard when the associations are around the ares that you’re stuck in. I walk by these areas a lot and every time, without fail, the memory of this person shows up. 

While I’m certainly doing better than I was a week ago, there are still times where I feel empty, and then sad. I still wish for this sadness and lingering pain to go away. I want to be able to finally let go and continue on without this sense of anguish dwelling inside me. And sometimes, I wish I didn’t feel so much… 

The Breastfeeding Conflict

Britt Brown Marsh Blog

Breastfeeding has been in the news a lot lately.
People are floored that a strong woman fed her baby at her graduation.
People are angry that a restaurant employee told a woman to cover up and stood beside her until she finished feeding her child.
Facebook changed their breastfeeding policy to support breastfeeding mothers.

People are shocked that women use their breasts for *gasp* feeding their babies! The nerve! Don’t you know that breasts are funbags for men?!

Psh. Screw that.

Breasts are first and foremost for nourishing children. Not just babies. How long someone feeds their child is not your business. Really…that’s all breasts are for.

What bothers me most from the entire breastfeeding discussion is the shaming between breastfeeding mothers.

Look: you can cover up all you want, but do NOT shame a fellow mom for not covering up.

It’s hot. Some babies (like my own) hate to…

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Well, it was too good to be true. And now, I just have to pick up the broken pieces again. She’s talking to someone new. And while I had an inkling about, it doesn’t make it hurt any less…

In horrible situations, you know who your friends truly are

Last night I heard my dad groaning and hitting the floor from my bedroom.

At first I thought maybe my dad had gone to use the restroom since he wasn’t in the living room, so I checked on my mom. When she was sound asleep, I went back into the living room and noticed my dad convulsing on the floor. It was the most horrific thing I had ever witnessed. He was foaming at the mouth, his lips were purple and he was gasping for air. I ran to tell my mom to call 911, and I rushed to my father to lift him up so he wouldn’t choke on his saliva and made sure he could breathe. After awhile, the ambulance arrived and they took my dad to the hospital. In a desperate attempt to raise money, I put together a gofundme page and begged people to help me raise money…

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