When I started dating a new guy after my breakup, I felt I had to reach out to him all the time. If he was going to get the message that I was interested, then it was up to me to to inform him…constantly.
Whenever I didn’t hear from him within 24 hours I’d reach out to him by text:
“How are you?”
“I miss you.”
Yes, this was my way of reminding him that I existed. For every moment he was not texting me or making plans, I felt that he must’ve forgotten about me and moved on.
Continue reading “The Zen of Dating”
It all began with the photographs we’d taken. On film. That’s how long we were together. When we first started dating I didn’t have a cell phone or a computer. I had given him my phone number on a piece of paper. And when we had our first real conversation it was over a telephone with a cord.
There was still a huge box of photographs to go through since I moved out after our break up. A lot of them were of him. Even more were of us. I decided it would be best to rip it off like a Band-Aid. And that’s exactly what I did. Continue reading “My Ex’s New Girlfriend”