Today I asked the person I love to stop contacting me. If it's going to hurt, it may as well really hurt so I can feel it, grieve it, process it, and move on. Ripping the bandaid off quickly as opposed to slowly and all that.
As with all procedures for the faint of heart - or the big babies - I'm pairing the choice to really hurt all at once (instead of the long, slow, chatty email kind of hurt) with chocolate. Lots and lots of chocolate to sugarcoat the fact that this is actually happening, that this is actually a breakup - period.
This sucks. Here's to crappy choices and great chocolate.
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hi becca! visiting yr blog for the 1st time in a while - skimming backwards - catching up. got to this 1 and chuckled. love the new redhair. it really looks great on u! love, antonia
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