Jimmy... Dead.
contemplative curmudgeon
When I broke up with my girl back in 2008 I was drinking and popping painkillers like a maniac. Can't say it was a bad time haha. Haven't had it in a long time but fuck do I love oxycodone.
Yeah, that relationship did a number on me. I'm still wrestling with some of the subconscious backlash, particularly night terrors. This too shall pass.
Cool man, happy to hear everything worked out in the best way possible.
As for me, I finally manned up and broke up with my girlfriend, for good this time. I feel a mixture of relief, sadness and anger. Of course the breakup went how must of our fights go, a lot of unproductiveness by the way of just bitching at each other. I wanted to have a smooth transition, for both of our healing to start on a healthy note but instead it's started on a anger filled note which leaves me wanting to be anything but nice to her. However, this does motivate me and reassure me that this decision is for the best.
Now comes the hard part. Got fucking blackout drunk last night because the sadness came in. I really did love her, as crazy as our relationship was, and cared for her a great deal. But the post breakup blues are setting in hardcore. All those things I took for granted are now no longer, I look back at all the good times, and look back at all the bad times, especially how I was a piece of shit a lot of the time and I get very very depressed and hard on myself. Hence why I drank fucking so heavy last night.
Just gotta stay strong and not get back together with her.
I drink a six pack every day. Not because of relationship problems or anything, but because alcohol is awesome.
I've noticed that some girls will be flirting and not even realizing they are. Like they think they're just talking, but a guy would obviously be turned on by it. she was just drunk/being silly/whatever
I haven't communicated with a female who wasn't a relative, in months.
LG and I are back on long-distance, even more so than last semester because I'm less likely to be able to afford flying to New England and back for monthly visits, that and I have a busier schedule that prevents me from skipping town/classes to do so.
It's been a bit of an adjustment, since we spent almost four solid months of summer together, almost every day. But we never got sick of each other because the first few months of the relationship were long-distance and an investment that paid off this summer and made our bond strong as ever.
I'm relying on positive habits to keep me going: focusing on my classwork/teaching, cooking healthy meals, and exercising daily. I'm going to limit my drinking to Friday nights or whenever I get a weekend escape to party with Schmidt and company.
We've been in the habit of brief phone calls before bedtime and Skyping a couple times each week. I'm confident we can persevere through it, even if I might not see her until November or even December. Might try to steal a weekend in October but that will really push it.
I haven't communicated with a female who wasn't a relative, in months.
get yourself outdoors dammit
When I broke up with my girl back in 2008 I was drinking and popping painkillers like a maniac. Can't say it was a bad time haha. Haven't had it in a long time but fuck do I love oxycodone.
Cool man, happy to hear everything worked out in the best way possible.
As for me, I finally manned up and broke up with my girlfriend, for good this time. I feel a mixture of relief, sadness and anger. Of course the breakup went how must of our fights go, a lot of unproductiveness by the way of just bitching at each other. I wanted to have a smooth transition, for both of our healing to start on a healthy note but instead it's started on a anger filled note which leaves me wanting to be anything but nice to her. However, this does motivate me and reassure me that this decision is for the best.
Now comes the hard part. Got fucking blackout drunk last night because the sadness came in. I really did love her, as crazy as our relationship was, and cared for her a great deal. But the post breakup blues are setting in hardcore. All those things I took for granted are now no longer, I look back at all the good times, and look back at all the bad times, especially how I was a piece of shit a lot of the time and I get very very depressed and hard on myself. Hence why I drank fucking so heavy last night.
Just gotta stay strong and not get back together with her.