Good evening ladies and gentlemen, this week's post will be a very short and somber one, as I am currently going through a very difficult time in my life. Some may even call it an "Early-Life Crisis." Long story short, my girlfriend of one year informed me that I had the weekend to pack up my belongings and move out of the house we rented together. This life shattering news came straight out of left field, I never anticipated such heartbreak on the horizon. Thankfully, my friends who were visiting this weekend were able to help me load my things and bring them to a family member's house. I lay typing this entry from my aunt's guest bedroom asking myself how did things go so wrong? No pun intended, but things drastically drifted south in a heartbeat. I have laid awake the past several nights pondering the 'what if's' or 'could have's,' yet I lay restless without closure. I know in my heart of hearts that I did not commit any unfaithful act to deserve this hellish reality. Full disclosure, I did not cheat on her and it was not an abusive relationship in any way, shape or form. She left my high and dry in the coldest way imaginable, "I can't do this anymore. I need to work on me and I can't do that with you in my life. It's not you it's me." Cliché. I digress, I apologize for sharing such a personally traumatizing experience, but it was something that I needed to get off my chest because it's been long overdue. Thank y'all for letting me vent in this forum as opposed to bottling up these thoughts all to my lonesome.
Misery Loves Company,
Z
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