The beginning of the end

3 Mar

Today marks seven months since the pizza of doom.

And I’m still alive.

But I’m feeling down.

Tomorrow I’m going to end things with Irish Two. At the weekend he really upset me with a mish mash of bullshit. I’m done. I’m not standing for it.

And I know it’s the right thing to do.

Because Irish Two makes me miss Irish One. Even more.

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6 Responses to “The beginning of the end”

  1. luciddream85 March 3, 2014 at 10:42 pm #

    Kick him to the curb and keep on trying. You can get sex anywhere. You can get an asshole man even easier. Life’s too short for the BS. Keep your head up.

  2. jadedwildcat March 3, 2014 at 11:43 pm #

    I’m glad you’re able to stand up for yourself and realize what you don’t want.
    The above comment is right; life is too short for BS and these assholes just seem to be everywhere….
    Congrats on making it this far. I’m surprised I’m still alive, too.

  3. elizabethhiggins March 4, 2014 at 12:06 am #

    Good for you! The right one will come along soon enough for both of us. Also, I didn’t know this had a like button. When did this happen?

  4. theshanshuprophecy March 4, 2014 at 1:04 am #

    I guess the one thing we can take from a bad breakup is the fact that the same BS won’t fly a second time … any niggling doubts or even minor red flags and I will be outta there ….

  5. theshanshuprophecy March 4, 2014 at 1:07 am #

    How are you doing with the 7-month marker? I am at around 4-months and I am still a wreck 😦

    • aprileb March 7, 2014 at 5:28 pm #

      Oohhhhh, I tell you what, I remember the four-month marker. In my head it was going to be easier after three months. Four months was HARD. I remember Googling ‘four months since break up’ and a lot of people said the same. In fact, I think I blogged about it. It’s when hope is gone, and pain is less, and there’s just nothing. I hope you’re doing OK.

      7 months on things are better. Simply because life got bigger around the grief. I think of him less. When I think of him, it hurts like hell. It just doesn’t happen as much these days.

      You’ll be OK. Promise x

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