There are few things in the world as bittersweet as breakup sex. Especially when you really care about the person, and there’s no way you can see to fix the problems that have been slowly corroding your relationship.
I’m obviously talking about Rebecca. She called me up last night and said that we needed to talk, so I told her to come over. I knew from her tone that something was up, and I was pretty sure I knew what it was: neither of us has been romantically involved (either physically or emotionally) for quite some time now.
For me, it was the writing.
It’s something I truly love to do, and it seems like I spend the majority of my day doing one aspect or another of my writing career. Rebecca doesn’t have any passions like that, so she has absolutely zero understanding of what I’m going through or how to deal with it.
I can’t blame her for not wanting a relationship with me…
Anyway, I think I’ll end this entry now, as I could easily ramble on for pages and I’d rather spend the time thinking instead.
If you have any virtual hugs to spare, please send some my way. I needs em.