Moving on... literally
I posted my tale of heartbreak here a while ago, and I've had time to think about a lot of things since. I want to share some of those thoughts so that I can get your views and so that maybe others out there, with the same feelings, can have something to identify with.
She left me primarily because her mother decided I wasn't good enough for her. I reasoned, with the help of others, that this wasn't enough and that she couldn't have really loved me; that she had other issues. I know she's now with the guy her mother had originally chosen for her (before she fell for me and ruined it all).
None of that is important now. She's long gone and that chapter of my life is over. All that remains is to finally get my head to convince my heart of that. Most of the time I'm fine, but then something reminds me and my heart breaks all over again. I think, for me, its that I need to change routines and situations where I'm not in the places where I spent so much time with her. I'm still doing the same high-pressured job, although the company want me to move to their head place soon. I can't help but feel a sense of liberation not to be sleeping in that bed, not to be sitting on that couch, not to be eating at that table. Sometimes I can still smell her. Sometimes she still smiles at me from across the room. She can't if I'm not there.
Its obviously not the main reason for moving, but it definitely factors in my decision-making.
"So who's the lucky girl, son?"
"They're all lucky Dad!"