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How I ended a situationship and fell back in love with myself (and you can too)
On and off with someone like a light switch? Hit off for good
The sky is a perfect cyan and I can hear the birds in the woods outside. It’s Sunday, everything is perfect, and I am bloody miserable. After stress eating a croissant and ruining my self-inflicted keto, I decide I need to text the guy who clearly doesn’t give a fuck about me anymore, despite having made it to five gruelling days without doing so. Like a crack addict, the dopamine hits, followed by immediate regret.
Because, of course, he just leaves me on read. Because, of course, he’s very over it.
And tbh, ladies, I really should be too.
Every low fucking bar had been limboed under with an almost artistic accuracy that, if I allow myself to be honest, irritated me no matter how much I pretended I’d forgiven him. I’m pretty sure I annoyed him too. I wasn’t interesting or exciting anymore, we’d run our course, and now I looked pathetic and needy trying to keep it going. No drama: we just had a fling and were at different levels of interest now. Incompatible. It happens. No demons, no devils, no toxic narcissists. Just someone it didn’t work out with.
