LOVE, LUST & HEARTBREAK

As told by a SociaLifeChicago reader who shared her story.

Welcome 2014… I think?

As I begin the New Year, I have had plenty of time to reflect and open up wounds that I thought the last bottle of wine mended. Turns out, those wounds were never really heeled just topically treated with vino Neosporin.

So, as I begin this New Year- single(thankfully); I would like to take time to reflect on how I got to this point where I am thankful for being solo.

2013. We spent the year as a couple, it was bliss. We would have brunch at our favorite spots, enjoy tandem workouts at East Bank followed up with dinner out with friends at any trendy restaurant in river north. I was “in love” and ready to take on whatever came our way.
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Without warning, the 29 bus came my way. It hit me, dragged me all the way to the 95th Red Line Station with no apologies. What really happened was I got dumped over the process of weeks, not in a day but weeks!
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I understand falling out of love with someone is a process that culminates over time. The dreaded “This isn’t working for me” came and I was completely unprepared because I thought everything was working. I had chosen to move 400 miles away from my home to continue the blissful journey and make a life away from everything I had known, and now for what? All I have to show for a two year learning lesson? A worn in North Face shirt I refuse to give back because it fits me so well. I can honestly say 6 months removed from the situation I am over it; he has moved on to the stereotypical younger blonde, and I have been left with a gift I couldn’t be more grateful for…FREEDOM.
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I now no longer have to play a game with any one and I am free to be me and figure out who in the hell “me” is. I am free to date as many people as possible and decide if they are right for me not the other way around, I hadn’t quite grasped that concept, until the day I was dumped. So yes, I am thankful for that every day, I am thankful I can flirt with the strange guy that rides the red line in the morning, the coffee guy who thinks it is ironic how I spell me name(it’s with a Y not I!). There is something comforting in believing you are enough, and that going to bed alone is not a bad thing. I am not writing this not to dismiss those that are in relationships or the I love being “in love” types. Being able to be in charge of just me for a while is enough of a job. Besides I already work 80 hours week.

Share with us, have you had to uproot your life for a partner only to be faced with a breakup?

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