Break Ups . . . the dreaded words . . . I'm sure that many people reading this already know what I'm talking about, but for a girl coming off of her first there is a lot to process. I don't count the time that my junior high bf broke up with me, because after this time I see it was nothing but child's play. Literally.
I came to college sick of highschool boys and ready to make mature friendships, and possibly something more, but "mature" doesn't allways mean "easy." When my ex "James" asked me out last year, I knew it was a risk. We hadn't known each other very long, but his forthrightness was refreshing so I decided to go for it. I don't and haven't regretted that choice, but these past few weeks I've come closer to doing so than I ever have before.
That will have to do for releiving my feelings for the time being, time to work on a paper.
OK, forget papers. This break up was complicated, reasons are many and hard to process through. I know that each week I will begin to see different insights I didn't see before. This in between stage is hard to deal with. Starting relationships is hard, continuing them is hard, getting over them seems even harder. A big chunk of my life is suddenly gone and I have to learn to reshape myself around this fact. The best part about this process is what I am learning about God and about myself.
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