Sometimes, I really hate technology. It's typical in a relationship that when it ends, you divide things up. Silverware, furniture, even friends (although we didn't really have to do that, since he had his friends and I have mine). How do you split up the internet, though?
Regardless of how much you might try, if you both go on the internet and tend to frequent the same sites, chances are you're going to run into each other, either unintentionally (facebook profile updates) or because your curiosity was overwhelming and you wanted to see what he was up to (okcupid journal).
Logically, I know we weren't right for each other. I didn't so much dump him as we both realized it was over at about the same time. As a person, I don't even think I like him that much. We don't have anything in common. Our goals are so different (as in, I have goals, and he doesn't). Our personalities clashed. If not for my stubbornness, it probably would have been over a long time ago, but once I've sunk my teeth into something, I give it my all, hoping things might work out. This has been my demise in more than one relationship that should have ended early. When I'm actively trying to make a relationship work, I see ending the relationship as a personal failure. I know it's not, but it's hard to get out of that mindset.
I don't know if I really miss him all that much, but I do miss his presence. When he is around, I wish he'd leave. When he's gone, I wish he'd visit. I've never in my life felt so contrary. I keep reminding myself that living without roommates is a new thing for me. I've never lived on my own, at least, not for all that long. It really is a huge adjustment. Most of the time, I really like it. Other times, I turn on the TV just so it won't be so quiet.
Things are weird between us now. I'm friends with almost all of my exes. I don't know how I manage that, but it's true. I think he's uncertain of how to do this, and he's been acting strange. I'm the first person he's been with that lasted over 3 months; we were together a year. He's not really friends with many of his exes. Actually, I only know of one. I'm kind of wondering if it's worth it.
Regardless of how much you might try, if you both go on the internet and tend to frequent the same sites, chances are you're going to run into each other, either unintentionally (facebook profile updates) or because your curiosity was overwhelming and you wanted to see what he was up to (okcupid journal).
Logically, I know we weren't right for each other. I didn't so much dump him as we both realized it was over at about the same time. As a person, I don't even think I like him that much. We don't have anything in common. Our goals are so different (as in, I have goals, and he doesn't). Our personalities clashed. If not for my stubbornness, it probably would have been over a long time ago, but once I've sunk my teeth into something, I give it my all, hoping things might work out. This has been my demise in more than one relationship that should have ended early. When I'm actively trying to make a relationship work, I see ending the relationship as a personal failure. I know it's not, but it's hard to get out of that mindset.
I don't know if I really miss him all that much, but I do miss his presence. When he is around, I wish he'd leave. When he's gone, I wish he'd visit. I've never in my life felt so contrary. I keep reminding myself that living without roommates is a new thing for me. I've never lived on my own, at least, not for all that long. It really is a huge adjustment. Most of the time, I really like it. Other times, I turn on the TV just so it won't be so quiet.
Things are weird between us now. I'm friends with almost all of my exes. I don't know how I manage that, but it's true. I think he's uncertain of how to do this, and he's been acting strange. I'm the first person he's been with that lasted over 3 months; we were together a year. He's not really friends with many of his exes. Actually, I only know of one. I'm kind of wondering if it's worth it.
I'm sorry to hear about the recent breakup.