I’ve cried just about every day since the breakup. But I don’t think I’ve cried yet today. I looked at old photos of us… in effort to delete them. But it was really more like me looking at them more than once before mustering up the courage to delete them. But I got rid of most of them. Might be nice to hang onto like a few, just for memory’s sake… that might be a bad idea but who knows.
Tonight I’m going to be going out for the first time as a single lady. Looking forward to it, but also nervous. I might need like a few drinks so I won’t be emotional. Who knows.
I just know I still miss him a lot. Looking at those pictures… I know they only highlight the good parts of the relationship and for sure don’t show the many hours I’ve spent crying due to him. They don’t show him putting me down and ignoring me while I cry. So tonight, I think I owe it to myself to let loose and have fun.
The big bad world 