This someecard could have very easily been written by me right now.
Andrew and I broke up. I’m currently in the process of making alternative arrangements, dividing up everything we own and moving out.
Things haven’t been great for a while and I came to the realisation a month or so ago that I couldn’t pretend I was happy anymore… I just couldn’t do it. It hurts more than anything ever has - I thought I was going to marry this guy, have kids with him and live our happily ever after. It’s going to take me a long time to stop feelings all the feelings, but I know that one day I will wake up and not feel as utterly lost as I do right now. Or, at least, I really hope that’s the case. You know how they say that sometimes love just isn’t enough? I think they know what they’re talking about (whoever they are).
So, there you go. That’s where I’m at right now. It’s not fun, and I’m not loving it, and I have dissolved into tears more times than I can count over the last week - talking about it is still too fresh, and after seven years I’m worried I’ve forgotten how to do this alone thing. But it is what it is and I’m ready to move forward.