Didn’t think it was possible at the time…
But I moved on.
I deleted my ex’s number.
Took him off all my social media.
Deleted the saved texts & pictures.
I don’t think about him hardly at all anymore.
I’m so much happier.
Even thru losing 4 people all of a sudden & all at once (may they all R.I.P), I learned to deal with pain & loss on my own.
I had friends and family for support thru it all & I feel like that’s what ultimately pushed me forward with life.
I don’t need him.
I never did.
I just wanted him so bad.
Reflecting on it all, I realized the moment he stopped loving me.
That was powerful enough to make me just get over it.
I met someone new.
Were not together, but we’re in the process of getting to know one another.
Hands down the best person to carry a conversation with.
He’s already got a bunch of cute nicknames for me.
Best of all…I feel so comfortable with him. It was almost instantaneous. Which is weird for me.
Its still a new friendship/relationship so I’m trying hard not to get my hopes up too high, but I really like him.
Horrible & terrible things happen in life, like break ups and loved ones passing, but if you keep moving forward & keep positive even when its damn near impossible, good things will happened..
and I feel like this is my good thing.
I feel like my uncle sent me a good one when he left us.
And if its true, I wanna let my uncle know I appreciate him still looking out for me.
Its been an insane 3 weeks.
But I’m getting thru it thanks to friends and family.
This was such a random collection of thoughts lol
Sorry to the other mobile bloggers!
I know this is gonna be long! /.\
I could never hate my daddy.
He’s done so much fucked up shit but to me, I can see his good heart & misunderstood love.
I love him beyond words can eeven express.
He was my first love & he taught me how a guy is supposed to treat his girl and how not to treat them.
I saw both sides of the coin growing up.
I had him growing up but as I got older, he left more often.
He taught me how to deal with heartbreak when he’d walk out the door.
He taught me how to be a strong woman & how you have to move on with life, even when people you think you need to live, are gone.
He taught me that love is constant and always. That no matter what, you will always love someone if you truly loved them at all.
My dad wasn’t the best dad.
He was an alcoholic, drug abuser, and a woman beater.
But he was my daddy.
I was his princess. He gave me the world on a silver platter and said it was all mine.
Through all his bullshit, I was the only one of his 4 children who constantly kept in contact with him. Who would track him down when I hadn’t heard from him for months. I continued to love him and want a relationship so I made it happen.
My siblings tell me “We can’t talk to dad because we don’t know him like you do.”
That’s because I wanted to know my dad & I took the time to do so.
Everyone thinks parent-children relationships don’t need to be maintained like other relationships, but they do.
I kept up with my dad & let him in my life enough to know that I’m okay & happy.
When people tell me I’m stupid for getting my hopes up when he promises me things, I ignore it.
Nobody will ever understand the bond between a father and daughter like mine & his.
I wouldn’t change anything.
When I don’t see him I miss him and when I see him, its the best time in the world.
He is my favorite man ever.
My daddy is hilarious & smart. He knows a lot & I love hearing his voice because its so comforting and soothing when I’m hurting or sad. His hugs are my favorite thing in the world and when given the choice between parents, I.will always choose my daddy over my mom even though I’m way closer to my mom.
Because nothing & no one can ever replicate or replace my dad. His love for me is beyond measure.
I’m his heart.
I love you daddy ♥
Feeling used is such a shitty feeling to feel.
Guys are complete assholes.
They make you feel like they like you & genuinely want to be with you, but they only want to sleep with you majority of the time.
At least that’s been my experience with men…boys…whatever those fucking things with a dick are called.
I’ve tried being with guys & it never works.
I’ve tried women & it just becomes an emotional trainwreck that moves too quickly for my pace.
Honestly…I feel exhausted. Thinking maybe this one will work out & it doesn’t.
On top of that…I feel like my ex ruined my faith in relationships.
I don’t want one yet I do.
Its just disappointment & hurt & I’ve been hurt more than enough times to know it doesn’t get easier the more it happens. I feel so jaded about life & love. What’s the fucking point?