Take a spoon, cut out the part of my heart that hurts, and throw it away in the trash.
This is the first relationship that ever ended where I feel that ending it is a really, really bad idea. But it takes two people to manage a relationship. Both people have to be willing to fight for it, and grow up together. I can’t do it by myself. He’s got to meet me halfway, but he’s afraid; afraid of me, of himself, of failure, of what it means if we’re together. And when you’re really terrified, there’s a lot you’ll sacrifice to fear, and all sorts of ways you’ll justify it.
There are a lot of people whose lives are ruled by fear. I know how hard it is to overcome that fear, that lack of faith in one’s self, in other people; fear of failure, fear of life, fear of self and self-doubt, fear of change, fear of what other people think of you and your choices, fear of making big decisions, fear of making mistakes. I used to be that person. I fought a long, hard road to be somebody different. I didn’t like who I was. I didn’t like having a life controlled by my fears.
I’m going to take some time off again from dating, I think. I have a lot of grown-up things I need to accomplish (career(s), house savings, fitness). It’s the cutting away that’s the hardest. I made the Boyfriend a big part of my life. Now I have to take him out of it again and rebuild it.
Spoon to the heart.
Fall down seven times. Get up eight.
