I was just supposed to go away.
There we were, cruising along in a relationship and my partner said:
“We need to break up.”
Hmmm. Really? Why?
“I need to find myself. I may never get married again. I might not stay in the state.”
And with the snap of her fingers, with a flip of her hair, I was told to go. Like that, after two years, an intense, intimate relationship was gone.
Ouch.
What was easy for her took me two years to recover from. Imagine having an impacted wisdom tooth extracted through your heel.
Ouch again.
So I fought it and became an outsider. Not only was I breaking up with her I was breaking up with a church and a cycling community.
And it was a long and painful process.
Along the way I learned she had found the love of her life, married him and bought a house.
Sounds like she went oh-for-three on that breakup speech.
I, on the other hand, seem to be working on three-for-three:
Moving from my home of 20 years.
Learned to be happy as a single person.
And I think I found a writer buried down deep in me.
So while I’m not gallivanting around the world riding bikes and such like that woman and her current/latest/next husband, I think I’ve found peace.
Right here. With my dog.
Maybe that speech was meant for me, not her.
Relentless
