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@lookahead-movealong
You know the part of your life right now that feels most like a cage? Start planning your escape. Do it now. You will never have more of your life left to spend free from that prison than you do right now. Once you get out, the only regret you will have is not having done so sooner.
Where is rock bottom? Because it’s getting really fucking bleak down here
Do you ever feel absent but like from your own life????? Like it feels like every day is here, and you’re fucking missing it.
Nothing in my life looks the way I thought it would when we booked her next trip. I thought I would be legally divorced, in an apartment, and my home life would be more settled and we wouldn’t have to be in a hotel again. None of that is the case thanks to losing the job I had, but in less than two months I will be kissing my girlfriend again and I cannot wait!
*through gritted teeth* the world is GOOD. people are kind. Humans are NOT inherently selfish. you will make it through this year. recovery is possible. people you don't know yet will love you. You are going to do things you can't even imagine right now. You are going to read a rlly good book. You are going to eat some rlly good food. You are going to experience joy again. Things can get better. Situations can change. You can choose to be kinder. The world can change for the better.
May you never abandon yourself again, especially for what isn’t choosing you.
It's amazing the things you start realizing about someone once you take off the "this is the person I chose to spend the rest of my life with" glasses. The things that you let slide that you probably shouldn't have. The ways you diminished yourself or changed yourself to fit around them that you now realize are actually very painful and wonder if you'll ever be able to fully straighten out that part of you again or if it has atrophied in that position, and thus will stay with you forever. The ways you've been holding your breath around them, and the ways that breathing again maybe hurts but realizing that you no longer have the capacity for slow suffocation like you once had.
After court date number one today, it looks like we may be officially divorced in a month.
© kitagar
For maybe the first time since becoming a parent, but definitely at least in the five years, I am texting with multiple friends regularly, to the point that I have to keep track of who I’ve texted back or haven’t. It’s nice, if a little daunting.
"A marriage ending isn't a failure at all. I spent eleven years with her. We were so in love that we couldn't image life apart from each other. We got our own place, adopted a dog, and supported each other through school. I thought if tow people loved each other enough the rest would fall into place, except... love isn't everything.
And I didn't want to believe that, but we were sitting in counseling one day, talking about our future and I realized we were describing two completely different lives. Where we'd live, what kind of life we wanted, what made us happy. And it hit me that- I love this woman and this woman loved me. And after eleven years of loss, grief, career changes, we were so deeply in love... but we weren't aligned. And I kept thinking 'We just need to try harder. We can find some compromise to make this work,' because that's what you're supposed to do when you love someone, right?
But the reality was, we had just become different people. Her trade school took her in one direction, my graduate degree in another and trying to force us back into who we were five years ago wasn't coming from a place of love. It was coming from a place of fear. Fear that, if this ended, it meant we wasted eleven years. But sitting there across from her, I realized: That's not how love works.
Those eleven years happened. They were real. The dog, our home, showing up for each other through grad school and trade school. I wouldn't change a single thing because loving someone doesn't mean you're meant to stay with them forever. And letting go doesn't erase what you had. We measure marriage by whether it lasts forever or not, but what if we measured it by whether it mattered?
What if we measured it by the love we gave, the life we built, and the people we became? Because love's job isn't to last forever, it's to help you become fully completely yourself, and sometimes the most loving thing you can do is give each other permission to be yourselves, separately. But the dog doesn't know were' divorced. He just gets two Christmases now."
Pulled this from this guy Preston Rakovsky's Instagram (@prestonrack) because it is a beautiful perspective on love, marriage, and relationships in general.
Starting to collect some small things for my kitchen when I move out. I don’t want to have to move an entire kitchen worth of things, but I also don’t want to be stuck without the basics. Based on what I’ve already purchased, I’m going with a pink and purple colors scheme with green accents. It’s very fairy garden and I kind of love it.
Divorce summons is officially responded to. Now we wait, I guess?
you can’t start over if you don’t let it end
One of the first things I’m going to do once I move into an apartment is start learning clarinet. I miss making music and I can’t afford a whole ass french horn and I already own a shitty student grade clarinet so I might as well go for it.
