This could get awkward, because I might go breakin’ your
heart. I could if I tried.
Last fall, a close friend of mine got divorced. Shortly thereafter two of my
close guy friends ended long-term relationships—one of whom had been with his
lady for four years. Since the beginning of this year, two of my lady friends
have begun the process of moving away from their live-in boyfriends, my sister
and her boyfriend of over a year broke up just this past week, and even I,
Jacey I’m-Never-In-A-Relationship-Long-Enough-To-Require-A-Break-Up Powers,
went through a break up on New Year’s Day (and yes, for anyone keeping track,
that was the same day I came across Van’s wedding announcement).
So, I’ve been thinking a lot about Break-Ups (don’t know why
I capitalized that—it just seemed right), mostly my own from the recent and
distant past. These thoughts have
been reinforced by my friends’ situations, which are much more intense and
serious than my own, as their relationships were, on the whole, much more
intense and serious than my own.
It seems like 2012 is shaping up to be a year of my friends
and I taking risks and moving forward on our own terms. My friend Josie has proclaimed it, “The
year of us taking care of us.” I think that sounds delightful. But, as previously stated, 2012 and I
did not start off on the right foot. I need to have a few words with 2012 if
we’re going to make this relationship work. What I’m saying is: “2012, we need to talk.” I can’t dump 2012, but I do need to
tell 2012 what’s on my mind—so, this is your warning dear blog readers: I think my next couple posts are going
to be about break ups.
It ain’t gonna be pretty.
Maybe these posts will be funny, maybe it will be funny how
sad they are, maybe it will be sad how funny they are—I don’t know. But, I do know the following:
2012, it’s not you.
It’s me. I don’t want to
say anything I’m going to regret later, but I’ve gotta speak my mind. And more than that, I’ve gotta speak my
heart. Word.
Here we go.
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