I think I’ve spent enough time being single and becoming happy and confident within myself. It’s time to change, let more people in and potentially start a relationship. I don’t know when and who. But I look forward to it, whenever; hopefully soon, that it happens.
So apparently facebook reckons I’ve been in a relationship for however long and have just broken up with my “girlfriend”.
Log on to find that I’ve gone from “Being in a relationship to being single”.
I’ve been single the past 2 years..
FACEBOOK WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN HIDING THIS GIRL AND WHY DID I BREAK UP WITH HER.
I’m currently re-evaluating friendships and relationships and frankly where I want it all to go in the near future. I’ve been single over 2 years now after dating for almost over 4 and a half years. Frankly, I enjoy the single life, I am really happy with myself and who I am, and am grateful that I’ve been able to figure out just who I am and what makes me happy.
I’m however, uncertain of a lot of things, whilst I am full of exuberance, I feel as if I’m missing something, I feel undervalued, under appreciated and overwhelmed.
All my life I’ve been helping people, or trying to make them see just who they can be, to get them to see who they are through my eyes, something through theirs that is a difficult task, not all I have managed to convince, help or ensure they stay on this earth. Many unfortunately have passed on, too many, and frankly that will always haunt me.
I’ve always put myself out there as always helping others, but I feel if I ever needed it, I would never be taken as seriously as I have given others, that’s what scares me, I know the principle is give or treat others how you wish to be treated, but I never feelthat I would ever get that reciprocated, not purely because of the type of people that they are, It’s just people under-estimate just how much I need them.
People don’t understand just how much I do for my friends, a lot of what I do is behind the scenes, unbeknownst to the masses or sometimes even to them.
Unfortunately I’m too modest to make it known to them or to ever ask for help.
I’m a lost cause with good intentions.
I need to meet more people around here, people that are genuine and have similar traits/interests/morals as me.
I’m not sick of my friends or anything, they’re just pairing up and being the third wheel all the time is ridiculously irritating.
I don’t understand the social stigma with “Being Just Friends”.
I’ve been placed into the ‘Friend Zone’ many a time, I don’t understand why that more often than not, things cannot progress more than “Just Friends”.
To me, the best relationship to have with a significant other would be one where we can be friends, lovers, Bride and Groom etc as one, not just “a couple”, “lovers” or just “friends”.
Yet in a society where today, divorce is more of a norm than lasting marriage, this appreciation of friendship often remains at that stationary point; “Just Friends”.
Whilst I understand that often, it would not work, I think people are quick to judge how being more than “friends” could dramatically change their lives, assuming the worst, that the “inevitable end” will affect their relationship whilst forgetting the friendships integrity in he first place.
If people were more optimistic, they might find themselves happier in dating/furthering their relationship with their closest friend.
I think the whole world could use a lesson in optimism, especially when the best thing to have, is a best friend.
Try having an Ex Girlfriend calling you 65,000 times. In one year.
Prosecutors in Hague are attempting to press charges for stalking after a man’s ex began calling him repeatedly, day after day.
If you break down 65,000 calls in one year, it equates to:
- 178 calls per day
- 7.4 calls per hour, 24 hours a day
- One call every 8.1 Minutes.
The thing that makes this even more amusing?
“We were in a relationship, those amounts of calls aren’t excessive at all”.
Still complaining about your current or previous Boy/Girlfriend?
His eyes rose from his book, glancing at the door as he heard the three timed knock, his eyebrows furrowed; only one person knocked like that.
“What are you doing here.” He called as she entered the room struggling to open the door of his clothes covered floor.
“You really should clean this up you know Sean,” she sighed as she tiptoed across the floor, “This room used to be so neat.” She sat at the edge of his bed, her face in anguish; he didn’t notice as he returned to reading, grunting and shaking his head at her presence.
“You never answered my question.” He said, still focused on the book in front of him. His brow still furrowed as he started breathing through his nose.
Sighing again, she draped her arms around her crossed legs putting her head between her knees. A shadow covering her face as a cloud passed over the sun, rumblings of a storm in the distance.
“I have a confession to make, you’re not going to like it.” She took a breath, waiting for him to raise his head and look at her.
He continued reading.
“I’m moving out with Brian.”
His eyes shot up, wavering as the realisation hit him. The book flying out of his hands, as his body followed his head in shock, the book landing on the floor, camouflaging itself with the mess.
“How could you do this to me!” He yelled, “Why would you betray me like this?” Sitting up now. His hands clenched heavily, nails digging into his palms in an attempt to channel his anger.
“Betray you? How does this Betray you?” She returned yelling, her anger rising as he accused her. “You get what you want, me out of this place, you’ve been ignoring me ever since he asked me out!”
“Why do you think?” His voice now softening as he paused.
“I was in love with you.”
“Oh bullshit, you never loved me!” She screamed at him, tears forming at the ends of her downcast eyes, soft droplets revealing her torment.
“Yes!” He exclaimed, his voice now even softer, “I did… I never told you, because I was scared!”
She turned away, trying to wipe the tears away, stemming the flow, only to have her shoulders join them, shaking as she sobbed.
“Scared of what?” She stammered, her words forced with fear and sadness.
“Scared that you’d treat me like any other guy…. Like dirt” he uttered, his eyes downcast upon the ground. A look of hopelessness and regret washing across his face. “I was the best friend, you never saw me as anything more.”
“Of course I did!” She yelled, standing up now exasperated. “You just didn’t have the balls to do anything about it or the eyes to notice it!” She paused, getting up moving over to the door. “I gave you the chance, but you wouldn’t take it.”
“Goodbye”. She said, and slammed the door.
If he had looked closer, he would see the tears falling from her eyes, as she mouthed the words “I love you.”
Instead his eyes, now watering, had returned to the book lying open on the ground as she got up to leave. The book containing the journals of their time spent together. The page beginning with the lines:
Dear diary, today i’ll tell her what i feel.
Today I’ll tell her how much I love her.