One thing I have always believed and have always told myself to get through tough times is this: "Bad things happen to good people, it is how one handles what they have been given that will define them." -Me
I am repeating this phrase over and over in my head today and have been since this past Tuesday.
Sadly, my live-in boyfriend and I have broken up after a year and a half. I keep telling myself it is not that bad...and it isn't. There are far more worse things in life and in the world than my piddly little break-up. But, it still isn't completely easy either.
I am lucky, though. In actuality, we were not together for a very long time. I keep thinking about people who get divorced after 30 years of marraige...I cannot imagine what it would be like to have to divide 30 years of life. My situation is a cinch in comparison.
I hate to bad-mouth about people, but sometimes it is difficult when talking to friends to not say bad things about my ex-person. But, I know it is just because I am actually pretty angry about the situation right now and I will get over it. I won't bad-mouth here...or at least not right now.
I have been through a few stages already. First, there was the "I-Don't-Care" stage...that didn't last long. Then there was the "I need to feel sorry about myself" stage...it comes and goes but mostly goes. Third, there is the "I have never been so angry in my life" stage...this one lingers the most. I briefly experienced the "I have wasted so much of my time" stage...I think that one will pop up every so often and aid the "I have never been so agry in my life" stage.
But, for the most part, I come back to reality and out of my stage lives and remember that I am a strong 5ft young woman and it is very difficult to bring me down. I have never been able to let anyone bring me down and I won't let it start now. I was strong before I met him and I will continue to be strong for the rest of my life. Sure, I won't be chipper every second of everyday, but I know that I am able to deal with life and what it throws at me.
The part that makes the "I need to feel sorry for myself" stage re-surface every so often, is that my 26th birthday is next Thursday. I had planned on having a small simple birthday celebration with my now ex-person. I didn't even really want a big celebration. Now, the plans are different. It will definitely be bittersweet and strange, but I have great friends that will ensure that I am not alone. I find this proof to myself that not everything happens exactly how you plan it, but it doesn't mean that it is not as great or wonderful...and life most definitely goes on.
Keep on keepin on.