The break-up happened 2 days ago, on a very cold Saturday in January. It was 2AM on a sidewalk in the East Village, New York City. We fought. I cried. He stormed off. I whisked away in a taxi. Simple as that. My three-and-one-quarter year relationship with the love of my life had officially ended in one brisk turn of his shoulder.
I say "officially" because it is hard to pinpoint the beginning of the end. Whether it was that night, the last one-quarter over three years, or even longer as to when small differences became gaping holes, I am not sure that I will ever know. All I do know is that I have never met someone as wonderful as X (well, we'll call him X) and no one has had more of an effect on my life as he did. And now he is gone and it is all over.
On a lighter note, what I can say about the last 64 hours is that it has been a very bittersweet block of time. Very bitter tears being shed and very sweet baked goods being consumed by me and various wonderful members of my support team (i.e. my best friends). 2 batches of extra-butter extra-cinnamon oatmeal cookies, 2 candy bars, one lemon frosted cupcake, one giant peanut butter brownie, one slice of apple pie, one bag of chocolate chip cookies, a bowl of mixed berries, some mint chocolate chip ice cream, and a bottle of wine later... it's time to stop mourning.
It's a great time, however, to test out my ultimate getting-over-him theory (in some crowds we can refer to it as the revenge diet) of getting healthy mentally, spiritually, and physically, and moving on. What's so great about it is that this monumentally emotional thing motivates me to be the best person I can be, and I reap all the benefits as a result. I'm done crying, it's time to get hot.*
*This of course does not start until tomorrow meaning I have 8 remaining hours to eat my feelings through the rest of the cookies & wine. See you then!
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