It was brought to my attention that my most recent post could be viewed in less than savory ways. So, let me elaborate.
My mother mentioned that I should make it clear that I am not taking away from any of the wonderful things Nathan brought into my life. In no way, shape, or form, was I saying that I wasn’t eternally grateful for what he had given me. That goes for his family as well. They welcomed me into their home with open arms on countless occasions and treated me as one of their own. Nathan showed me parts of the south I probably never would have bothered to see; Charlotte, Southport, Wilmington, Boone, just to name a few. I am not discounting any of the experiences I had with him in that post. I mean hello, we were together for two years for a reason. So I would like to apologize to him and his family if they felt in any way that the previous post was a jab at them.
I would also like to make it abundantly clear that I am not wanting to be spiteful for him. Instead of being miserable and upset and hating him, I am choosing happiness. Wouldn’t anyone? There is nothing to be gained by harboring hate in your heart for a circumstance you can’t change. In the last month or so, countless people have come to me asking for advice about their relationships coming to an end. That is the best piece of advice I can give you. The more you mill on being bitter and time you spend hating them is precious time you could spend finding whatever makes you happy. Some people like going out, some people paint, and others work out. ANYTHING literally anything except harping on the situation is better.
Anyway, I’m feeling the need to clarify for a few reasons. Some people (ie my mother) mentioned to me that the post could be misconstrued and I am not out to hurt feelings or make a negative name for myself. This is my creative space to vent and put my feelings out there. I apologize to anyone who was offended if they came across in a disrepsectful manner. That was in no way my intent.
I had a nightmare of sorts the other night. The details are long, confusing, and kind of boring. But it brought back all the negative I had been feeling. And honestly, a lot of those feelings probably came back because of all the negative things I heard from other people coming to me for advice. Not that I’m not totally flattered when people come to me, because believe me I am. But I am still working on my own things, and it’s sometimes hard to give advice when truthfully I haven’t got a clue what I’m even doing. I realized it was okay to feel the way I do. Things ended so horribly bad. It’s okay for me to not be 100% over it. I mean, he was my first real love. That feels too weird to type. But, he was. There were so many parts of my life planned in relation to an “us”. I planned on getting to take pictures after graduation on the horsehoe WITH HIM. I planned weekend trips to various locations WITH HIM. I planned an English bulldog puppy WITH HIM. I planned on him in general, and I suppose it was foolish of me to put all my eggs in one basket. Pretending I’m not hurt and upset over this is stupid. I will be the first to admit I love to put on a strong face because it is so much easier than talking about it so here I am, typing about it. There will always be some stupid chunk of my heart that has love for him. I care deeply about him, and I always will. If I just up and forgot all about him after that much time was spent dedicated to him, you could definitely call me heartless. It’s not really fair that now I get to sit and question every aspect of the relationship wondering if it was a lie or what parts of it were fabricated and whatnot. I wonder if the “I love you’s” were sincere. So I’m going to choose to be ignorant to all that and assume it was 100% real first love. I don’t at all wish for him to be miserable. I just wish to be happy, myself. I didn’t do anything wrong here, but I was on the other side of that, which still hurts. He has his own deal to work out, and I can’t hold that against him. And I don’t. I can’t say I didn’t try to help him as best as I could, but apparently it wasn’t enough or wasn’t right or something. It really does suck, but it is absolutely for the best that he ended it. Nothing would have changed. We just weren’t right for each other right now. I was on one page and he was on quite another. That’s okay. I knew what I wanted, and I really don’t know if he did or not? But I think now he has a better handle on that so that’s good. Most people would write this off as a waste of time, but it was anything but. I have learned so much about myself, both from the relationship itself and the breakup. And, those were some of the best years of my life. I will always wonder what they meant to him, if anything at all. But I know they meant the world to me, and I’m glad I got that experience. As my good friend Lindsey said to me, “breathing gets a little bit easier every day”. I just need to stop making myself feel about about feeling bad. So, if you’re feeling this way, I promise it’s okay. I promise it gets better. I promise. Just hold on.