Here are what the facts appear to be:
32 years old, college degree, gave up my house to “not the one” who won’t even answer texts anymore, quit $20 an hour job (this was a huuuge amount of money in my eyes) to work for $8 an hour at a retail thrift store stocking clothes on the maze of racks, single, no kids, drives a 2005 Corolla with huuuge amount of dents in it, moved away from family and friends, NOT at goal weight nor cardiovascular capacity, grossly behind in Supernatural episodes.
Here are what the facts feel to me:
I’m no longer the indubitably stupid teenager who thought boys who gave hickeys were the bee’s knees. I can walk out my back door and stare at a veritable forest and creek. I spent four years at an institution that asked more than what, where and why, but how. I will never have to be disappointed by his face one more time and instead be affirmed by someone else’s. I walk for roughly five hours a shift- no need to make it to the gym every single day nor feel guilty for eating Lucky Charms at midnight four nights out of the week. No kids, mo money. My car is mine, it’s paid for, it is literally mine and it is beautifully dinged. I call mom for the important things. Fuck my goal weight- I don’t even know what it is anymore, I’m hot- I have boudoir photos to prove it. I’ve watched Stranger Things twice.
I wouldn’t say I’ve moved on,