Day 40: Tales Of Resolutions And Taking Relationship Control
Day 40 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
When I woke up this morning, I couldn’t believe I hadn’t faced another intervention with my friends regarding my love life.
Instead, I woke up feeling a little empowered, a little less lost, and a little depressed about my shit show of a breakup.
After a short and direct conversation with my friends, they all agreed to leave the topic of returning Douglas’ things to me.
It wasn’t for their input.
It didn’t need some group discussion or handling in some way.
They all agreed to leave it to me to sort it the way I felt right.
When Sophia arrived, she agreed. She also added some of her beautiful wisdom to the situation.
“There is no right way to move on from a breakup.”
It was simple. It was true. It was cliched, sure. But sometimes you can’t move past those pearls of wisdom, nor neglect using them when someone desperately needs to hear them.
I was one of those thirsty people, desperate to hear that my messed up way of living still meant I was doing ok.
Yet, I was facing an all-new dilemma.
I had spent the week trying to hide what was happening. But I had to be real; of course, I needed to return his things to him. I couldn’t keep them.
And now I know they were here, littering my small home, I needed them gone from my life. I couldn’t have these reminders springing up at the worst possible moment.
There was this part of me that didn’t want to be that person; the one who refused to be a grown-up and deal with the hard things in life.
It was just things. It was just an exchange of possessions.
Things could be worse, right?!
No one died. No one had been diagnosed with cancer. There wasn’t a life hanging in the balance.
A little perspective, please.
I thought about opening the emails and seeing what else Douglas had sent me. The ones GG said he had sent. But no. They would all say the same thing; give me back my things.
And that’s would I would do.
There was an easy way of doing this, too. I could give them to GG, who could deliver them to Douglas at their next family dinner. Yet, I didn’t want her as a middleman. Or Taylor, her boyfriend, and Douglas’ brother either. Nope.
The best way would be to drop off his things at his office. Leave them with Angela, his assistant. She could do the awkward part for me.
And I knew just when to do it, too.
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