So, I did go out for lunchtime drinks on my last day. It was great. I really enjoyed spending time with my co-workers over the lunch, commiserating about how horrible the job was, planning about how to make the next step for each of us individually, and enjoying lunchtime brews before returning to write our abnormal holdings.
Nonetheless, that day, my nose started to get stuffy. Then, runny. Then I was blowing my nose consistently by the end of the day and my throat was scratchy. Then, when I came home, I developed a small headache. By the next morning, I was waking myself up coughing. There were paint color-strips less diverse than the phlegm I coughed up over the last two days. It was horrible. I could hear my heartbeat through my eardrum. I felt heat and pain through my eyes, sinus pressure, headaches, nausea. Ick.
It was this part of the weekend coupled with the GF’s absence, moodiness, and irritability, that has finalized my decision that I will leave this relationship. She was gone all weekend and that part, in and of itself, was fine. It’s a three-day weekend. I get it.
However, she’s been so irritable- so bitchy, and so NOT-there, that I just don’t really see this relationship as something that works out in the long run. It’s sad to say that our needs aren’t being met, but the truth is that neither of our needs are really being met, and this weekend is a very clear example of that.
Had the tables been turned, I would have stayed with her and made sure that she was alright. Last night, she stayed at her parents house because she didn’t want to drive back home. That’s fine. Her sister lives there. I get that it’s a bit of a trip.
But when I called this morning, she snapped at me.
I hate it.
It happens all of the time.
I just want someone tha ti can honestly be happy with.
I’m tired of the nonsense. I’m tired of her anger.
I have a new job. I have a greater potential.
I have more ambition, more internal drive, and a bigger sense of happiness than she has.
I am romantically attached to an unhappy and angry individual who is happier to hold me back than to allow me to grow. That’s a mistake on my part. It’s rectifiable. I just need some time.
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