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One month ago, you broke me and left me crying in the street. It was the worst night of my life. I wasn't sure I would ever recover from the heartbreak, the humiliation, and the despair I felt walking home in the rain. I didn't crawl out of the bottle once that entire weekend. Having to see you every day, happy and uncaring, felt like being stabbed with shards of glass over and over again. Watching you smile at her, with her, was like a punch to the gut that stopped me from breathing. Every day I saw you I put on a brave face even though I was shattering on the inside. I thought I would never get over you.
Then one day I decided if you wouldn't love me, I would love myself. I spent far too much money revamping my wardrobe. You always hated my frivolous spending. I started going to the gym again. At first, I was running to try and escape you. After a while, I was running because I enjoyed the endorphin rush. I changed my hair and I got a facial. I reconnected with old friends. I had a solo photoshoot. I started thinking about what I really wanted and not what anyone else wanted. I started going to therapy to heal all the insecurities that you brought to the surface. I began trying to like the person who looked back at me in the mirror each morning.
As I continued on this journey of self-care, self-love, and self-discovery, I realized that it hurt a little less each day. Instead of a sharp stab, it now feels like a dull ache when I see you. It's a pang of sadness at the reminder of what we had. Now when I see you with her, instead of a punch to the gut it feels like a light smack that tells me I shouldn't care. It reminds me that you have the right to move on and that I should too. Instead of reaching for your side of the bed when I wake up in the morning, I reach to all the friends that I have let in as a result of my attempt to love my life as it is. I used to think that the day it stopped hurting when I saw you would be a terrible day because that meant it was really, truly over. But now I think it will be a happy day because it will mean that I finally learned to love myself. Maybe we can be friends when that day comes. Maybe you'll finally be able to look at me again or address my presence rather than ignoring my existence.
I never thought I would say this, but I think I might thank you one day for breaking me. If you never broke me, I never would have known there was something to fix. If you never broke me, I never would have found myself. If you never broke me, I never would have learned to love myself. If you never broke me, I never would have discovered that I deserve better. And I do. I deserve better than you. I deserve more than to be the girl who gets broken and left in the street. I deserve more than to be the one that you avoid. I deserve more than to be the girl you used to care about. I hope you don't take your new girl for granted. She seems nice. She seems just as breakable as I was. And she probably deserves better too.
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