This feels strange. We broke up on Saturday. He got his stuff on Sunday. I felt alone and heartbroken that evening. And the rest of the week? I honestly just kept my mind busy organizing the crap out of the apartment. 

I feel a void, but—in a big way—part of me feels relieved. I didn't know what the future would look like for two people who have little in common. & Now I find myself wondering if I just loved having someone to experience life with. And if that's the case, it's a good thing he was the one to call it quits.

Plus, when your boyfriend no longer wants to be around you + can't deal with who you are as a person + doesn't see you the way you want to be seen + doesn't want to be there for you, then that's a sign that he isn't your human.

And you can walk away knowing that you're better being alone instead of being in a relationship with someone who doesn't want to be with you. Or has potential feelings for his ex wife. So now comes the part where I stop relying on people to feel loved and wanted and fulfilled. STOP.

Maybe before I'm 30, I'll actually get the relationship bit together—the bit where I realize I'm better off not being in one.