I'm a little upset as you can imagine, we were only together 2.5 months max but we were talking about holidays, weekends away, christmas, our birthdays and i feel a little like a rug has been whipped from underneath me and i am left a little bewildered how i have ended up single yet again.
I am trying to be good and not turn this into a reflection onto me because it isn't my fault he has decided to end it, it's due to his problems, but one has to wonder about my choices of men. I am still choosing the wrong men even though i am making a concerted effort not to! Maybe this is some physiological thing and my sub-concious is making me attracted to men who are either socially inept, have mental health problems that they are not willing to treat or are just bastards.
Yes i am only 22, there are plenty more fish and i will meet him eventually but i am a little bored of kissing frogs.
Never mind i still have my crochet, my goldfish and a metric fuck ton of baking to do before i jack it all in and become a recluse or a nun.
At least i can stop shaving my legs again, every cloud eh?
4 comments:
Bleh.
Relationships are rubbish. Baking and toy soldiers never fail to amuse though.
I have got through my current brain apocalypse over girls by learning to make a good winter fruit crumble.
I made "im angry and dumped" crumble last night. Ah well, he was smelly anyway.
Great attitude! And very funny
Sorry to hear that Charlie, chin up something will turn up.
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