"That which doesn't kill us makes us stronger"

I drafted the title of this post back in November of last year.  That's how long it has been... I never really wrote anything that day, just the title.  It's time to write something about it and put everything to rest, it's time to move on.

Break ups are tough and painful and just a bitch to go through... unless they're not really break ups and merely rejection.  What hurts more?  I don't think that matters at this point.  Although, rejection has the added stab to your ego... a real excrutiating pain to your sense of self. 

I wish I could blame it all on him, but I was a big part of the problem.  I kept holding on to things when I shouldn't have been.  I had unfounded expectations when I should have been more honest with myself.  I knew the deal... and I should have started the conversation earlier.  BUT I'm stubborn and sometimes, I just enjoy living in a fairy tale.  I also knew that it was going to be difficult to hear the truth. 

My friends were great about this whole thing.  They listened (a lot!) and voiced their opinions on the matter.  Of course, I was the hard-head and went on with my delusions.  They never said, "I told you so" even if they so want to do it, they knew I will realize the shit I'm in sooner or later (or much later).  I love them. 

It's a tale as old as time.  Girl likes boy, boy doesn't like girl back.  In my story, girl will shed (a lot!) of tears, but she knows she must move on.  Girl will wipe her tears, stand up with her head held high.  She will not hate.  She will be a better person.  She will be happy like she was before she met him.