Today is the first of November. It’s been a whole month since Ron left. I’m noticing that people genuinely ask me how I’m doing, now. Before it was just the casual, I guess I’ll ask her how she’s doing, but it’s whatever, type question. Now, people really want to know how I’m holding up. I’m living, guys! He and I are cool, we communicate effectively, and we’re friends. He’ll always have my love, and although I briefly questioned it, I’m sure I’ll always have his. What can I say… It was an extremely healthy break-up. I fought as hard and as long as I possibly could, but he made it clear that he had nothing else to offer me. I am no longer bitter. I am no longer angry. No longer do I capitalize on the bits and pieces of downtime I experience. I agree that it was a really good decision. He needed to do it for himself. Supporting him was always second nature. I’ll support any decision he chooses to make. He says he’s happier now, and that’s all I ever really wanted.
My support system grew overnight, and because of those people… I’m happier too :)
