2 months ago, I got dumped. Yes, I got dumped. It should have been the end of my life as I know it and I should have wallowed in misery and cried buckets of tears. After all, we were together for 20 months and I was gung ho on the idea that J was the one.
Well, he wasn't.
It was the first time that I got dumped in my entire life. First time. When he was breaking up with me, I was actually thinking, wow, so this is what it feels like to be on the other side of the fence. This is what it feels like to be dumped.
Looking back on what happened, I think I didn't have as much feelings for J as I thought I did. The mere fact that I was analyzing things as it happened meant that there was a sense of detachment already. I think my tears were mostly because I was so used to having him and I was so fixated on the idea that he was the one.
I cried that night, the next day, and on the one week mark. After, there were no more tears. I am shocked actually that it was so fast. My recovery was too fast that I started questioning how in love I really was with this guy. But that was 2 months ago.
Now, my life is so much better. It's still stressful at work but I am able to handle thing better now. I have my family to back me up at all times and I know that they will never allow anything really bad to happen to me. My relationship with my Mom is at an all time high which I love love love. We hang out more now and have bonding time. I am also more a sister now to my kid sis and a Mom to B.
Life is sweeter and way better. I jog at times, I look better, and I have a writing job which makes my head hurts but is oh so rewarding. I am able to use my skills and talents and I love it.
So yes ... getting dumped 2 months ago may have hurt but it was actually the best thing to happen to me in a very long time. I've realized that I deserve way, way better and I'm very happy that I now have my life back on track.
Cheers to getting dumped!