Breaking up is hard to do

This week has been one where the @#*& hit the fan.

My relationship of 11 months has now ended and the aftermath isn't so pretty. I knew it was not going to last forever, but a part of me was hoping that it would. It's hard to lose that one person who has been your company and support for the last year. It blurs everything and makes the small inconveniences in life seem like major issues.

For example, I was pulling out of my driveway the other day where a group of kids in my apartment complex were playing football. Naturally that football hit my car. After I told the kids they needed to be more careful and drove away, I broke into tears. Why? No good reason. Nothing happened to my car but the incident was enough to get the tears flowing. Same thing with my singing gig last night. It was put together by a hyper-sensitive woman who wanted to micromanage everything I did. Had I been heading home to my honey, it wouldn't have seemed so bad, but my empty apartment was not so welcoming and the empty side of the bed felt like a big black hole.

Although it hurts, I am saying all the right things to myself. I will not feel like this forever, I'm sure I will meet someone new (and may have already) and in a little while life will be back to normal. Those are the things my brain knows and my heart will have to catch up with eventually.

For now, it's one day at a time....