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[sporkishfiend]

I pretty much knew what was going to happen. As soon as he called yesterday morning and asked if he could meet me at later that night, I had a creeping premonition that this was it- I was either going to be apologized to or broken up with. Turns out that I got both.

To his credit, he did it well. He apologized, gave his reasons.... it was fair, I'll

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[sporkishfiend]

Thanks- no, it's not fun, but in the grand scheme of things, it's nothing too important. It was nice to not only be expecting it, but to have it done face to face. It makes rebounding a lot easier.

[kitaloon]

Aw, sporky. *hugs* At least he wasn't a jerk like my friend's ex, who kept whinging about how she'd never find someone who loved her like he did. At the same time, I can see how it's almost worse that he wasn't a jerk; it makes it harder to really hate him.

I've never had a boyfriend, or a date, or even a really serious crush, and I think this is why. Deep down inside, I have a sneaking suspicion that guys just aren't worth it. *grins*

[sporkishfiend]

Thanks. Yeah, there was no whining- I told him that I'd rather not, but if he felt it was best for him, I wouldn't impose myself. I too almost wish he'd been an asshole about it- then I could be something other than blah. I could listen to all those breakup songs and understand, but am instead just putting "Leave the Pieces" by The Wreckers on repeat. Most of it applies, anyway.

See, I don't even have the justification of him not being worth it. He was a good guy- nice, sensitive.... things just got kind of fucked up, I guess.

[ghostwritten2]

*hugs*

Major life events really change people temporarily. Maybe when he's done dealing with it?

[sporkishfiend]

Thanks. I'm not sure- I mean, we left things open and on a good note. I wouldn't be adverse to starting things back up, but that's me speaking a day or two after the breakup. We'll see what happens.