Or, another in the series of "Life give you curveballs."
It is never really over. Knowing that you were one something, and then suddenly nothing is the epitome of the proverbial punch in the gut. I didn't even want to be in that position anymore, and this hasn't changed, but knowing things move on is still a sharp kick in the 'nards. I know full well that things haven't changed, I know that I shouldn't (and ultimately, don't) care and that it means nothing to me, but I guess it is only natural to go through something like this. I still don't want to go back to it, I can't stress it enough. I made my mind up once, and that once was (and still is) enough.
I realize that I have done this to others, and in a worse way, I imagine. For that (those?) times, I apologize. It shouldn't matter to anybody, but it always stings, and it should. It's the human condition.
This is the sign I guess I may have been waiting for without even knowing it. In that sense, I am thankful. A punch in the gut, and a kick in the ass should be enough to get anyone going, myself included.
I have always given solid advice about these things, when asked, and now, seeing it from a different angle, I see that none of the advice really matters. What will be felt will be felt, and you just have to wait until the wounds heal. It takes a while, but that's how you know it wasn't a complete mistake. That's how you know you did it right, when you did. I knew it was coming, and I guess I have been getting ready, so I have that going for me.
So there is no bad blood, or jealousy or longing. If I hadn't said it before, or hadn't said it enough: Goodbye and good luck. I mean it.
It is never really over. Knowing that you were one something, and then suddenly nothing is the epitome of the proverbial punch in the gut. I didn't even want to be in that position anymore, and this hasn't changed, but knowing things move on is still a sharp kick in the 'nards. I know full well that things haven't changed, I know that I shouldn't (and ultimately, don't) care and that it means nothing to me, but I guess it is only natural to go through something like this. I still don't want to go back to it, I can't stress it enough. I made my mind up once, and that once was (and still is) enough.
I realize that I have done this to others, and in a worse way, I imagine. For that (those?) times, I apologize. It shouldn't matter to anybody, but it always stings, and it should. It's the human condition.
This is the sign I guess I may have been waiting for without even knowing it. In that sense, I am thankful. A punch in the gut, and a kick in the ass should be enough to get anyone going, myself included.
I have always given solid advice about these things, when asked, and now, seeing it from a different angle, I see that none of the advice really matters. What will be felt will be felt, and you just have to wait until the wounds heal. It takes a while, but that's how you know it wasn't a complete mistake. That's how you know you did it right, when you did. I knew it was coming, and I guess I have been getting ready, so I have that going for me.
So there is no bad blood, or jealousy or longing. If I hadn't said it before, or hadn't said it enough: Goodbye and good luck. I mean it.
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