Nate and I split, but we never really *split*. We still spent our days together, worked together, and practically lived together.
Healthy? Probably not.
But it was comfortable, what we were both used to.
A few days ago, I packed a lot of my things and left.
The break-up itself? Painful. Utterly sad. Horrible. Crying, pain, hours of staring into space, wondering about the future, worrying about the past…
But this…
This is a whole new kind of pain. One I was completely fucking unprepared for, since Nate was my first and only long-term relationship. As I mentioned to a friend, we are like platonic soul-mates. We’re not right romantically, at least not anymore. But we’re close. BFFs.
And now I’m far away from him and I’m sad, he’s sad. Everyone is sad.
I was unprepared for this kind of sad.
So things on the blog might be a little slow. I’m still working, though. I have lots of things to do that are kind of brainless, so I will do those things and not worry about being super creative and writing a ton. I know it will get better, if only because I can’t imagine it could get worse.
We’ve ripped the band aid off, Nate-ben. *hug*
xoxo
Sadey
