Well true to form, my nonchalant-ness, lack of tact and all out desire for me time has ended/severed/chopped/deaded another blossoming relationship. Almost 90 days in and it only took me about 2 days of needing a breather to end it all. I wish i could say something poetic that would make it all seem better and lessen the blows but i can't. I won't. Words suddenly have no feelings, no meaning.
Dating sucks.
I don't think you all heard me.
D.A.T.I.N.G S.U.C.K.S
All of this getting to know people, the probationary period, the time constraints that people believe that the "MAGIC" is supposed to happen is just to much for me. I can go on to say that I thought I'd be bitter about the break-up of my relationship with my sons mom but I'm not. The last 8 months of dating has me far bitter than the break-up of the aforementioned relationship. Maybe it's the fact that I've been in relationships the majority of my adult life that i'm (now) clueless as to how one is supposed to truly "date". Maybe I expect things to happen that aren't supposed to happen because there's no "label" given to the other party. Labels, monikers of exclusitivity (yes, i made up a word), seem to be driven to appease the curiosity and satiate the satisfaction of everyone that has no bearing or input on the relationship in question.
I'm at a point where I feel like my hands are tied. I'm going to focus my attention and energy on things that have immediate benefits because affairs and matters of the heart are just to much to bare at the moment.
*goes back into hiding and into spending countless hours with his son*
~fin
4 years ago
