After reading Catherine's post about where she was two years ago, I started myself thinking about how much things have changed in the past two years.
Two years ago was the worst chapter of my life so far. Two years ago is the reason why I was inspired to start this blog with Catherine a couple months ago, it is the reason why I hated men so badly. I was recovering from the relationship that left me so wounded. This may sound tragic and extremely serious, it sort of is. But fear not, the chapter is closed.
So okay, enough suspense. Three years ago, I started dating this guy. Let's name him Mr.X, even though we should call him the Devil. So yes, we started dating, and in the beginning it was very unofficial, foggy and sneaky. ( if you're wondering why, it is because I dated one of Mr.X's best friends before, so he was sort of breaking the BroCode: you don't date your friend's ex.) So after a couple months, I decided to stop with all the bullshit and ask him straight up to either admit we were exclusive or let me go. Being the great catch that I am, Mr.X obviously decided to call me his girlfriend.
The relationship lasted about two years, but the last year was pure torture. I will not go into details about how bad, abusive and poisonous the relationship was, but what I will say is that I should've never commited to this person. I guess the wise thing to say here is that you learn from your mistakes and that you have to take risks to realize what you want and what you deserve, but to be honest, this was one lesson I didn't have to learn. It was not essential to my life, and it wasn't something I had to go trough to become a better person.
A friend of mine recently reconnected with an ex from 2 years ago on Facebook and it got me to thinking,
Where was I two years ago?
Two years ago, at this time me and my boyfriend were living together after only a couple of months of living in Quebec. We had invited my friend and her boyfriend to our place for a fancy 'adult type' dinner, with wine and a home cooked meal. (you know, not my specialty of nachos and grilled cheese)
Now, I've gone back to my single girl lifestyle of KD and cheese and crackers with some occasional fancier cooking which reminds me that although I have changed alot from where I was 2 years ago, some things never change. I can cook salmon now but that doesn't mean I'm going to stop eating KD ;)
And the unexpected pop-in from men you'd almost forgotten about. Maybe you've both changed a bit and both learned from the 2 years apart.
And maybe, you still never want to see him again ;)
And the one lesson I think I've learned and want to teach is
Don't waste your time being sad about a man.
Life is too short and goes by too fast.
Cliché?
Yes but clichés only begin because the same things are often said. And often, they are true.
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| 2 years ago, I was holding this dumb cat, not knowing yet that I was about to start living\hating this cat for the next year. You never know what will happen.... |
Where were you 2 years ago?
So I had an interesting conversation today with an old friend of mine.
You know those friends who stayed in their hometown, with their high school sweetheart and who love to unintentionally (or intentionally) rub it in your face?
You know who I'm talking about. And if you're reading this, I hope you know who you are and stop doing this to your girlfriends right fucking now.
There is nothing wrong with being single and having some guy friends you occasionally hook up with/go to for some much needed attention!
But there is nothing worse than being told 'i guess bf's dont work for everyone' or 'oh dear haha. you have one of those?'
Everyone needs a 'transition' man. One of those guys that won't be your serious boyfriend but who likes being with you just to have fun. Hey, I'm not going to be the one to turn down a good looking guy who wants to give me a massage and tell me I'm the hottest thing he's ever seen ;)
So single ladies, EMBRACE YOUR SINGLENESS and don't you let some biatch with a boyfriend make you think that it's better. He might be cheating on her and she doesn't even know it.
