200 Words About Breaking Up
We broke up last year.
After nearly thirty years together, the relationship just wasn't
working for me anymore. Things between the two of us had
become stale and predictable. I felt irritable and twitchy
whenever we were together, headachy and
exhausted whenever we weren't. I was beginning to resent the
work (and money, and time) it took to keep us together. Plus
I found myself lying awake, night after night, obsessing over the
situation like a puppy worrying a chew toy.
"It's over," I said finally.
But it wasn't over, of course. Not completely. You
don't spend four decades together and then just break things off,
overnight. After three months apart, I said "Let's work something out."
So we hammered out a compromise.
We see each other
in the mornings, but only briefly. Never in the afternoons,
except for the occasional Friday, and never at night. We'll
get together at my office, but only on special occasions. And
the minute I start finding myself lying awake at 2:12 a.m.
... heart pounding, head spinning, feeling like
sleep is something I used to do in a previous life ...
... caffeine and I go right back to being Broken Up.
to throw a rock?