EPTHello everyone, it’s been a while since I’ve posted a blog. Life’s been busy and a lot of stuff has happened in the past year. But all that is a story for a different time. I know some of you clicked on this blog because you saw my name, but most of you clicked on this blog because you saw that it was an infamous girl blog.
Unlike all the other girl blogs I’ve posted on this account, or various other alt accounts. This one will be taking on a more serious tone and is mostly just therapeutic.
June of last year we added each other on snapchat while I was on a family vacation to Mexico. On the third day she sent me a snapchat of her boobs. I responded with the vomit emoji. Over the next few weeks on the drive back to Seattle, our texting intensified and we actually became friends who talked. Over the next few months she became my best friend and ended up becoming my gf.
Sometime in December she found got accepted to an all-expense paid master’s Degree for teaching in Europe, with the condition that she would be stuck in another state for till 2021. Over the course of the year we grew closer and closer, and I ended up learning a lot as this was my first real relationship. She proofread all the emails I sent for the start-up I ran, and laughed as I “Scammed” a company out of 1.5k in free food vouchers. Through both of our lowest lows and highest highs, we communicated and sought to compromise.
She went back home over the summer, and we ended up having a talk about breaking up for good in September, which to date has been the second hardest conversation I’ve ever had, the first being disowned by my parents.
Over the summer, I started my internship and she was nannying full time. Our opposite schedules drastically decreased the time we had to talk. After setting an end date, we started fighting a lot more. Every time the other person was busy, it was time taken away. After a week, we had a video call and talked it out. A few weeks later I flew down to visit her one last time before she leaves. What I thought was going to a great weekend ended up being kind of a trainwreck. Her parents absolutely loved me, and I ended up spending some time fixing their computers. However, hanging out with her, If it was a first date I probably would have left. I could go into details, of the bad and good things that happened as plenty of both happened.
However, at the end of the day, I’ve realized. You don’t need a reason to leave. You need a reason to stay.
Instead of waiting for a month to break-up with her when she goes to Europe. I plan on breaking up with her tomorrow (part of the reason I can’t sleep), and have what will perhaps be the third hardest conversation of my life.
If anything this summer has taught me, is that Life is an amazing ride. And at the young age of 22 (17 when I officially made my first account and 16 when I started lurking), part of me has realized how big the world really is. That what I thought love meant at the beginning of my relationship, was completely different than what I think it is now. That who I am even one year ago is very different than who I am now. One day, I’ll have to blog about some of the crazier stories that happened last year, but for now it’s time to look forward and grab my future.
Thanks!
