Tonight Sz and I broke up. God I've had a busy week!
Basically, we both were trying so hard to make it work, we both loved spending time together, but something wasn't working. And he felt like he was hurting me, and I felt like I was hurting him. So instead of having steak and watching the glasshouse together as per usual wednesday, we went to clovelly and had a long talk, and then he dropped me home.
My sister kindly took me out for steak instead, at Kingsley's steak house on King street, so at least I got one bit of my evening as per normal.
All my friends have been messaging me and asking if I'm alright, and I am, because I think we both knew it wasn't 100% right, but we weren't going to admit to it, because we wanted to be together so much.
Which is ok, right?
He still has a special place, and I think we'll be even better friends than partners.
In the meantime, I'm going to watch the Emperor's new Groove, listen to the beauty and the beast and dirty dancing soundtracks and feel glum.
And, go to the gym for some serious healthful satisfaction, since it's all I'm likely to get until further notice!
Labels: boyfriend dramas, movies, steak
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