Thursday, August 22, 2013
I was dating this guy for about 4 months. He told me he was having a rough go of it, though it had nothing to do with him and me. Then, all the sudden, he cut me off and stopped talking to me. When I told him I wanted him to talk to me more and treat me like a girlfriend (probably not in the best way, but I told him the truth under an enhanced level of duress), he told me he couldn't be in a relationship with me because we were incompatible and he didn't want to force it. We went from being perfectly fine and happy to being done in a matter of days. It felt like I was hit by a train.
As strange as this will sound, it might've been the best thing for my health. Exercise is my therapist. When I feel sad, I do pushups. When I want to curl up into a ball and die, I do yoga or crunches. When I hate the world, I go for a walk and add some jogging periodically. If I want to punch something, I put on a cardio workout. If I miss him while I'm lying in bed, I start doing leg exercises.
So I'm taking really good care of myself, because I know I'm really special and worth the effort. I don't want to let anyone convince me otherwise.