There have been a lot of breakups around me lately. Which I find odd because I thought love is supposed to thrive in the summer. This is a time to roll around in the grass, go star gazing, enjoy picnics in the park, and dance in a drum circle with a special someone. Am I the only hopeless romantic left?
Though I would never in a million years wish the kind of breakup I experienced with Jackson on anyone else (and at the risk of sounding completely selfish), I have to say that it feels good to have some single ladies back in my life again. Hanging out to kvetch about men/boyfriends/one-night stands with the girls is good for the soul. We all do it. I like to think of it as therapy since we don’t have the funds to afford shrinks of our own.
During one of my most recent bitchfests, one of my friends told me she approached her boyfriend about moving in together and he told her that if they did, they’d end up the way Jackson and I did.
So I guess I’m the standard for failed relationships.
But in all honesty, I found pieces of my relationship in hers so I wasn‘t terribly surprised by the news. I guess this experience has taught me a lot more than I realized. I noticed, too, that the other couples around me broke up for similar reasons. The relationship wasn’t going anywhere. Both people wanted different things out of life. All of a sudden, one guy decided he no longer wanted to have children (though he had been telling my friend the contrary for months).
I think that our tolerance for bullshit diminishes as we get older. It seems that at this stage in the game, it’s easier to cut to the chase than try to go round in circles in a dead-end relationship. I hope this doesn’t mean I’m an anti-aphrodisiac but I can’t help but hope that my philosophy of not settling for anything less than what we deserve in our relationships is rubbing off.