I’ve had another falling out with the folks. I have now written them off. I actually feel better now. It does hurt but not as much as I thought. I guess because we’ve been on this path for a year now. Honestly, it hurt more to lose my girlfriend but probably because I was much closer to her than them. I was always closest to my dad but he did something tonight to sever that connection permanently.
I guess I reap what I sow and this is how Ms. Sexy X felt when I said what I said. I’ve never felt so sad in my life as when we broke up. I know she was sad too. I’m not mad at her, in fact I still love her deeply. I miss her too. But it’s over. I still cry every fucking day like a pussy. That’s a broken heart for you.
This family issue… it sucks because I’m alienating my siblings due to my parents. I don’t mean to hurt them but I’m left with no choice. If I want to escape with my sanity this is the only thing I can do.
I’m depressed tonight. I’m really missing my girlfriend too. I never did tell her too much about my fights with my parents. I guess I figured it was between us and we’d patch it up. Then she drifted from me so I didn’t get to let her in deeper and update her as things got worse. I am jealous of her great relationship with her parents. They are the exact opposite of my folks and more like me. It’s a damned shame.
I had put up most of the things that remind me of her. I do keep something in my pocket which I probably shouldn’t but I can’t help it. I also have her perfume that I like to take a breath of every now and then. I figure there are so many things in the house and outside the house that remind me of her, I can hold onto those two. A picture of hers fell beside my bed which I found last night. I cried myself to sleep the first go around. Hell, I got tears again.
I’m moving on but just really slowly. I don’t mind it, probably because I love thinking of her. I stopped doing many of the things I normally did just because I am trying to move on. What’s funny is things would have been so different if the cancer didn’t happen or kick in right when it did. I’m pretty sure I would have still fallen out with my parents… it was on that course since ‘08 really. I had been working to just keep it neutral but things have degraded steadily. But I would have been with Ms. Sexy X. If “ifs and buts” were candy and nuts… yada yada yada.
I didn’t want to gush anymore on her and I intended not to as it would show I’m not moving on but this whole situation has brought on a gamut of emotions.
Life, it’s a bitch at times. I’ve learned that I have to grab it by the horns and make it my own bitch. Vulgar? Hell fucking yeah. But that’s the way it’s gotta be. I won’t live in fear anymore.
