This week (yes, I've been remiss in updating the question of the week) discusses when you knew it was over. It takes a while to find companions to enjoy life's adventures--often getting knocked around with a few potholes and lemon relationships. Whether or not you've found your soul mate, more than likely you've seen a few relationships end. (I'm very lucky--I found Hun and we've been geeking out ever since.)
Sometimes it's a swift and sudden battle to the end with a Viking's funeral. Sometimes the death lingers over years. At some point though, both parties acknowledge the relationship isn't working--weather they end it is a different story.
I just graduated college and I was seeing a guy for about six months. We were talking about how our best friends were involved in this intricate dance of torturing each other in their unique version of Romance Hell, and weren't we more evolved beings not to involve our own relationships in such drama.
He then said to me to address our superiority, "I've never loved you, and I don't think I ever will. But I know that. They just keep on lying to each other and pretending they are."
I then realized we were even bigger pretenders than our friends. We were two strangers posing as a couple.
I ended it officially the next day.
What's your story about the beginning of the end?
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Love and relationships is hard work. It takes effort to understand and appreciate someone once the initial attaction dies down.
Very true, frederick.
Like the background colour of your blog. Red always represents love !
Keep Posting !
When the broad threw a telephone (not a mobile phone, but one of those old brick landlines) at me, aiming for my head. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that she had a couple of screws loose in that little noggin of hers. It was time to call it quits.
Ya, tossing heavy objects is a pretty good sign there are two paths ahead of you: (1) cutting the cord (no pun intended), (2) the fun-filled frivolity of DV!!
When, the night I moved 1,000km to move in with him and I arrived after driving all night, he didn't even get up to greet me.
So I fell in love with my new city instead and, ten years later, he and I are still friends.
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