So… Tom and I broke up over the weekend.
It wasn’t a bad breakup. There was no fighting. Nobody is mad, we don’t hate each other, we don’t resent each other, we don’t regret anything… we’re just not very good as a couple. We’ve had a few problems lately, and while things were getting better, they weren’t really going the direction that they “should” have gone. We’ve been getting along a lot better, but mostly in the platonic ways.
I could get really detailed about a lot of reasons why it’s better in the long run that we just be friends, but really, there’s no point. I’m slowly making my peace with it. I’ve had some good friends listen to me, my puppy is snuggling with me and I have a lot of things to look forward with. I’m starting a new job soon, and I am looking forward to meeting a lot of new people there and making new, local friends.
A lot of people that know us seem to think that it’s a temporary thing, and that in a few weeks we’ll get back together. I’ve kind of thought about that a bit, and I don’t think that would be the right thing to do. And it’s not because I don’t love him, or because I think he doesn’t love me, or because I don’t want to try to work it out… it’s because I think ultimately, while we probably could make it work, we can both find somebody that is better suited to us. We just need different things, and I don’t think it’s fair to either one of us to make compromises as huge as we’ve had to make.
It’ll take a little time, and it may be a little awkward or painful for a while, but I think in the end, I’ll be happy to be able to call him my friend. I know everything is going to turn out just fine… I just wish that knowing all of this would make me feel better about it.