Well…it’s official now, Tim and I broke up. It’s very hard to deal with all the emotions of this, especially being in the apartment that we were living in together just two days.
My heart hurts, a lot in fact. And I write on here only because I don’t want to be the dumb girl on facebook pouring her heart out to the world who actually knows her. So if you don’t like my rants and rages, better stop reading now.
A year and a half of seriously the best relationship I have ever been. Mutual love and respect, commitment, honesty….everything you could ever ask for in a relationship. I spent two weeks with him back in Wisconsin for Christmas - met the whole group of friends and family and everyone he could possibly introduce me to. We get back, things are great and then one day he says he’s not in love with me. We give it four weeks to try and work things out and his “reason” is because he’s not attracted to me anymore. Ouch. I mean, really? Did he have to say that? Was it necessary? Oh, and the best part is right before he says he’s not attracted to me….he tells me how I’m gorgeous, smart, funny - everything a guy could ever want in a girl - ok…
We were talking about marriage two months ago - how the hell does someone go from being head over heels to not in so little time?
My heart is breaking and my head hurts from crying and thinking of him way too much. And of course naturally I want to think of all my faults and reasons as to why he would be feeling that way? But instead I’d like to believe that it’s him, he can’t commit, and he will never find a love better than what we had. (So cliche haha - whatevs).
Overall I must say that I am quite excited to get out of this apartment on Thursday and into a new environment that doesn’t have a thousand memories of him following me everywhere.
Fuck. Love sucks. I thought I finally found my soul-mate.





