it ended today. it hit its point of no return. at least for me. and after he has enough time to really look at it, he'll agree that our time had come to (surpassed even) its inevitable end.
we took some time apart, after thanksgiving...almost two weeks without texting, talking, or seeing each other. and god, by the time those two weeks ended, i was desperate for him, for his touch, to have my life with him. but by end of these last two weeks, i saw with zero uncertainty why i needed time away from him in the first place. he's not for me. he's not of me. he's not with me.
i have finally reached that point in my life where i'm settling for absolutely nothing less than i want. i'm happier alone. i'm happier having it my way all the way. i'm embracing and owning my inner fucking princess, world beware.
and this year...it's all about me. i'm traveling. i'm doing what and when i want. i'm spending the entirety of this new year focused on me: on being a better parent, a better employee, a better friend, on having a better, healthier body, and building a better nest egg.
all fucking hail.
~k
