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Out With the Old, In With the New

I know it's probably best to just let this go and not rehash the past, but there are a few things I need to say before I can move on. Originally I wanted to make this entry a heartfelt goodbye. Even though the end of our relationship has been unpleasant, to say the least, I wanted to look back on our relationship and focus on the good things. Then it hit me: there were no good times. Only what I thought were good times because I had nothing else to compare you to. You filled a void until something better came along, and I thank you for that. I guess having you was better than having nothing at all, but I knew you weren't "the one." I was always shopping - looking for something better, knowing that when I found it I would kick you to the curb faster than you can say virus. Speaking of viruses, after all of those times you came home with your different viruses, I never questioned where you had been or what you had been doing. I figured it was normal and that everyone was getting them. Well I was wrong, everyone is not getting them so you can take your viruses and hit the road. My mom warned me about you from the very beginning. I didn't listen. It was something I had to realize on my own. I thought you were a good match for me, but my mom knew you weren't. I thought you could help me accomplish my goals, but instead you made them harder for me to reach, just like my mom said you would. We lasted longer than she ever thought we would. I'm proud of myself for sticking it out, but you didn't make it easy. Every time I would give you another chance, you did something to screw up, again. But still, I didn't want to let you go. I didn't want to move on. I was stuck in the "comfort zone" of something old and familiar, even with all its quirks, it seemed better than nothing. I'm not sure when exactly "I saw the light" but it wasn't until I found someone else that I realized how much happier I could be. It's not going to be a perfect relationship. I know there will be hard times and obstacles to overcome, but nothing compared to what I've been through with you. Maybe there is someone out there who will love you just the way you are, and you will be enough to keep them happy. Unfortunately you weren't enough for me. I needed more. I needed something more stable, dependable, and more efficient. Something I knew I could always count on to be there. And that is what I found.

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Anonymous said…
glad to see you finally got a new computer...

good luck on your new relationship

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