It’s hard to believe that I’m in the final stretch of this life-altering journey.
This month has proven to be the most pivotal, as I find myself standing at the crossroads of the past and a new beginning. The goal? A clean break—a seamless transition into a life free from the weight of a two-and-a-half-year relationship that’s been anything but what it seemed.
To ensure this move was as smooth as possible,
I meticulously planned every detail in true Virgo form lol. I chose a day when he wouldn’t be home, a day when the echoes of memories would have less power to sway me. My amazing friends came to my aid, offering to help me pack up the pieces of a life that no longer fit. Movers were hired, an apartment secured, renters insurance paid for, and internet set up. A week off work granted me the time to unpack and truly settle into my new space—a space that would be mine alone.
The journey this month, however, has been anything but predictable.
Knowing him for years, I expected nothing less than a roller coaster of emotions. This man, a creature of habit, suddenly found himself facing a reality that veered off his scripted path. As we navigate this uncharted territory, our conversations now revolve around logistics—the move that defines our parting.
Oddly, he’s become kinder, almost friendly, even buying things for me.
But amidst his newfound friendliness, I remind myself of the truth: the man who stood before me wasn’t the friend he pretended to be. Two and a half years of my life were spun into a web of lies. My real friends are those who respect and cherish my individuality, not those who manipulate time for their gain. Remaining focused on my own path is paramount.
One event stood out amidst the chaos: a request for assistance.
A former lover was selling items, including a “smart” TV he intended to buy. He asked for help, assuring me it was a simple task. Yet, when the moment arrived, his impatience was palpable. I held my ground, declining to drop everything for his convenience. I took a deep breath and walked to the car, holding back the urge to scream.
He inquired about my attitude. I deflected, determined to stay composed. The TV he desired turned out to be a relic, not the smart TV he’d imagined. Frustration welled within him, but apologies remained absent. Sheepishly, he asked to put my TV back in the bedroom. The irony wasn’t lost on me.
The days continued to pass, each one bringing me closer to the ultimate departure.
He declared his absence during an upcoming week and that he was attending Conclave in Houston, a reprieve for us both. Little did he know, it would mark the final days of us. As Sunday drew near—the last day he’d see me—I remained calm. Work awaited him on Monday, and by the time he returned, I’d be gone.
In this month of twists and turns, my focus has sharpened. A clean break requires strength and determination, qualities I’ve harnessed in abundance. As I look to the horizon, I see the promise of a fresh start—a chance to rediscover myself in a world free from the confines of deception.
And so, my final month draws to a close, and I step forward into a new chapter. The challenges have been great, the emotions overwhelming, but my resolve remains unshaken. The road ahead is mine to shape, and as I leave behind the echoes of the past, I embrace the beauty of a clean break.
