And so, at 31 I find myself unceremoniously and unexpectedly back living the single life again. It’s not particularly what I wanted or expected, and I’m still having trouble understanding exactly how it came about, but that’s the way it is.
I’m determined not to mope about too much, but this blog is a reflection of my life, and this is most definitely a part of my life at the moment. I’m hoping perhaps that setting down how I am feeling here might help with the whole process.
I’m finding it hard to come to terms with the fact that a massive part of my life has ended. I’ve lost my best friend, and I need to accept that the person who I thought I would one day marry and have children with no longer wants to be part of my life.
This also comes at a difficult time for me (is there ever a good time?) as my professional life is also in a state of flux at the moment, and as we all know, change is stressful.
More than that I am mourning the loss of so much more. The routine, the shared places, the friends and family (and cat!) with whom I had built relationships. I know a few of those friends occasionally read this blog, and I would like to say that I am really glad that I met you and got to know you, and that I am genuinely sad that things have worked out this way.
I’m sure that things are for the best in the long run, but the breakdown of a relationship is always sad, and really that sums up how I am feeling at the moment - sad.
Anyway, I won’t harp on in this depressing tone any longer, and I shall return very soon with a post about all the theatre I have been to recently.
You don’t find many special people in your life. Sometimes the timing is wrong, sometimes someone else has got there first, sometimes other people get in the way. There are so many ways that things can go wrong. A three-year relationship is something to be proud of in this day and age, and so I will try to be grateful that it happened at all, and try to believe that memories which are now painful will one day be cherished.