Strange day, strange feelings.
Today would have been our anniversary. We would have been together for eight years if I hadn’t left him three months ago. I’m not sad anyway. I know it wouldn’t have been a happy anniversary. As it wasn’t last year. I bought a present for him, last year. He didn’t, and I knew he wouldn’t. And he told me that it was a normal day, that he had nothing to celebrate.
What he had is what he wanted. There’s nothing else I can say. Still hurts? I’m not really sure. I’m sure he’ll be all right. Maybe he doesn’t even remember what day is today. He was never good at that kind of things.
i know it's hard leaving things behind. I've done it recently, knowing that whatever has gone on before is not where you need to be or a knowing that it's time to move forward into the unknown.
In my case I was going out with someone for about 4 years on and off. Although I didn't live with him, there were text's, emails, phone calls and visits.
More recently I woke up one morning and realised I didn't love him anymore, it had been slowly creeping up on me for months. I did the usual, it's passing thing, it'll get better, it didn't. I'd just literally fallen out of love with him. I thought we'd discussed things in July last year and he was happy with the decision. He'd buried his head in the sand, so when I met him for coffee or a wander around the shops, in his mind we were still going out? I made no move on him or encouraged him at all I might add. Then the Christmas card incident, he handed me the card, I opened it and it was for an obvious partner card. Oh dear, so I spoke to him about it. Over the past few months my world has been topsy turvy, to the point I don't speak to him. I feel sad as in my mind he was a friend, however the decision was true.
Thank you for listening