It's totally not like a band-aid

It's been about a week since the break up and I seem to be doing a lot better. I stopped listening to other people talk about what I should be doing and just started listening to my inner voice. I love this man... He is a part of me now and will always be in my life. I have just come to the realization that we cannot be together in a relationship at this point in our lives. There is nothing written in stone dictating how I'm supposed to grieve or what I'm supposed to do. 

I know what I am going to do... I'm going to continue living my life. Things I should have done while I was in the relationship, but lost sight of because I was too focused on the other person. It's something I do... and something that I need to work on. There needs to be balance not just for myself to function, but for the other person in the relationship also. 


I joined a new gym. That was one of the first things I did after the decision to separate was made. I love this new gym and it was one of the best things that could have happened at this point in my life. It's true what they say, exercise is therapeutic. The new gym has a variety of group classes both in the morning and the evening. I'm trying to focus my time on me and as much time out of the house as possible. 


I thought I was going to be ok... but this is totally not like a band aid. You can't just rip it off and throw it away... instead it sits and it festers and you want to scratch, but know that if you do you'll just have a scar. I have enough scars in my life... I didn't think this was going to turn into one also.