I don't have much to say. There's been a lot of studying going on in the build-up to finals week (and I was sorry to see that the continuous run of updates halted after three-in-a-row), but there is one more noteworthy thing to mention.
Megan Heidemann and I, a couple for over two years, broke up tonight after a debate over how poor our communication had become. No, I am very sorry to say it was not amicable.
If you know Megan personally, you may want to give her some comforting words. Even if you don't know her, please pray both for her and for me. It's gonna be a rough go for a while.
If you have to make a comment, email me. Forgive me if I'd rather not have that in the guestbook.
I hope your Friday the 13th went better than mine.
Also forgive the morbid, semi-fatalist humor. You know it's one of my coping methods.
I don't mean to broadcast this to get sympathy, but if this is to be an accurate online journal I thought I should mention this (and some people are going to be asking anyway).
I'm very thankful for the good times Megan and I had. I'm sorry we let the lines of communication deteriorate to the point where the relationship was no longer healthy, but I think it's what needed to be done.
I don't know what is ahead. God may bring us back together, God may put other people in our paths, God may have one find somebody and the other remain single, God may have us both remain unattached until he comes.
As usual, I don't know.
Of course, that goes for everybody.
I'm sorry if this sombre post wasn't entertaining or knee slapping. It is true, and I do want to be honest here.
The short-run will be hell (TRUTH). We did not want to break up (TRUTH). I think it's what we needed to do (TRUTH). I made the right decision (BEATS THE CRAP OUT OF ME, WE'LL SEE).
This is longer than I expected, but at least writing this makes it easier to deal with. I hope readers might be able to learn a bit from this, or at least become a little bit wiser by going through the mindset of one who has loved and lost.
Yes, it is still better than never having loved, but it also hurts worse.
That is the pro, that is the con.
Que sera, sera.
