My last relationship in three acts: girl meets boy, falls in love, gets pregnant and breaks up; Girl has baby, relocates to another state, reconnects with former love and moves to his state; and lastly, plan to get married but it doesn't happen, boy decides this is not what he wants; dates one of his employees and moves out on his own.
Oh, and I guess there was a fourth act: boy says he wants to reconcile, begin making love to the girl again, said it was over with the employee but did not share that he was still sleeping with her too.
I know, and yes, the signs were all there but I paid no attention to any of them. I had on the world's biggest blinders and did not want to see what was happening. So I didn't see...kept thinking things would get better. Even after I found out about the employee, which happened the day after my dad passed away, I was willing to give him more chances.
Christmas day was the last straw. I decided that I no longer wanted to be a doormat. I realize this is not a good situation and I must move on. This blog is my way of capturing my chrysalis, my new growth and development. I don't intend this to be a bitching session to layout my grief and bitterness about my breakup. I blame myself for allowing things to get so bad. Had I spoke up sooner instead on burying my head in sand, I could have saved myself a lot of pain. Yes, he was a jerk and a manwhore but I could have stopped it awhile ago and didn't. I have to own up to that. But in order for you to understand where I am, you need to understand how I got here.
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