I hate to do this, but let’s not beat around the bush any longer. It’s over between you and me. Yes, you heard me right – we’re breaking up.
You had to guess this coming. I was a no show for Christmas, blew you off for New Years, and even neglected our 1-year anniversary in September. I know I said it was forever, but I need my space.
It’s not you it’s me. Seriously you’re going to make someone else really happy one day. Someone will stumble upon blogging while googling “ how to have sex with middle aged women ” (at least that’s how 48 people found this blog) and then they will start thinking, “Hey! I can do this!” Next thing you know you’ll have moved on with some douchebag who decided to write about daily sex positions when making love to someone in their 40’s. The post “The Hormonal Side Wind-Her” will go viral and the rest will be blogging history.
Just at least promise me you’ll remember our good times. It was love (or perhaps mildly obsessive) in those beginning months – I couldn’t keep my hands off you! Typing away, keeping you updated on my every thought, and sharing with you far more than I probably should. Ok wayyy more than I probably should have . But I wouldn’t take any of it back for a second – nada, zilch, zippo! I would do it all over again in a heartbeat.
More than anything you reminded me how much I love to write. Oh god do I love to write. I forgot how freeing it felt to find the perfect word to summarize what I could never say. It felt so much simpler explaining myself through writing than my typical stammering, red-faced, giggly self in person. I felt a bit more together somehow.
But here’s the thing, while I love you I’m just not IN love with you. And well, I guess I should tell you there is actually someone else. His name is Phillip Horton Daniels (PhD for short). He’s always been in the picture…well actually you were sort of my rebound relationship from him when things got a little rocky. I know I’ve brought him up several times , I’m sure you could tell I was never really over him from the get-go. Old habits die hard I suppose. He’s a bit more stable and actually provides for me financially (or at least he’s claiming to pay me back in June 2012).
Listen can we still be friends? Maybe the timing just isn’t right? Who knows maybe in 5 years time we’ll be reunited by fate! We’ll become wildly successful, get our own talk show, and live happily ever after. It could happen…or maybe not. Only time will tell I suppose.