I can’t tell if it’s killing me or making me stronger.
It’s only been a few hours, since I broke up with my man. It was not a mutual decision, and it has been long overdue already. I had to ponder for days even before I was able to make up my mind.
For years, I felt stuck in an old picture, wherein the scenario is same. Our relationship is a cycle of pointless drama and endless arguments. Most of the time, I already gave up, but it’s a million times more of the getting-back-together period. For a while, I felt tired and I had second thoughts, and eventually ask for changes. So I ask myself, am I still happy? Am I contented with this? I had to sort things out, in order to avoid the same mistakes over and over again.
Now, the decision has been finalized. I want to be happy, not only because i wanted to, but I deserved to.