Sorting Through the Clutter
If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this...
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Sorting Through the Clutter If you somehow were able to unearth my diary amidst the clutter of my room, then you would probably find something like this... |
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Saturday, September 06, 2008 I think I used to blog pretty well. Kinda witty, kinda funny, kinda clever (Not to toot my own horn, mind you). Well, I was reading through some past entries and noticed that the blogging quality AND quantity had gone down. You know, one of the main reasons I stopped blogging as much was because I didn't want to write about my personal life so much anymore. I know the Ex reads my blog and I wasn't ready to share with him and the rest of the world about my past year's happenings. I have this weird thing about wanting to protect my privacy, but I'm somehow a bit of exhibitionist too and revel in airing out all my dirty laundry to the world. I had a really good talk with the Ex last night. I had not talked to, SMS'd, emailed him the entire summer. For us to go without any sort of contact for more than 3 months is a really big deal. Call it a forced break, but it was really good for us. We needed to grow apart, to let go abruptly, to disappear from each other's lives for a bit. You see, I've been in a really good relationship with J for quite awhile now but there was always something pulling me back from giving it all into the relationship. These months apart from the Ex let me see how good of a man J really is - it let me give him a real chance and it let me give myself a real chance to fall in love again. So the Ex is moving away indefinitely and yesterday was his going-away party. It was the first time I had seen him all summer. I thought it would be awkward seeing him. It wasn't. It was natural and normal immediately. And when he finally sat next to me to chat for abit and to apologize for his past behaviour, I started crying and left the table. We ended up talking for awhile upstairs on the patio. It was good closure. We cried, hugged, laughed, apologized, and cleared the air. I placed the wonderful memories we shared in a special place in my heart and closed the door firmly. I looked back only once as I walked away. Labels: Ex's (and Oh's), Great Loves, Life and the City posted by Jenn | 7:44 PM |
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