I need to vent, so this is a zero-pic post.
This weekend, I went to Helsinki with a bunch of girls. I came home Sunday night, and everything was fine. Husband picked me up in the middle of the night, and had even made a very late dinner for me.
The next day, I woke up at around 3pm, ventured downstairs still half asleep, and found him on a sour mood. He went to the shops for groceries, and after he came home, he said We Need To Talk.
Don't we all just love the conversations that begin like that... We need to talk, and as it turns out, there's nothing for you to say really.
We got married in June, 2007. Today, March 23rd, 2015, he said he's had it.
We're getting divorced.
I should be devastated writing this, but I'm not. I'm a bit angry, a bit sad, and quite worried about the future, but not a weeping mess.
Drunk, yes, but not a mess.
Gemini are funny that way. When something goes horridly wrong, we flip for two hours, and then say, oh well, could be worse. It could be raining.
It is raining, by the way. The skies are weeping for me as it seems.
Or maybe for him. I think he has it worse than I do.
I don't think I ever expected this to last forever. We met when we were both broken up about previous relationships, got married pretty hastily, and have always been a bit distant to each other. We've shared our lives, but not innermost secrets.
We started out as friends, and we're going to remain friends. There was no drama, other than the two hours of him being scared about having to tell me this, and me being upset about what he told me. There is no hatred, no betrayed trust, no nothing. Just love that somehow went away, and somehow still remains.
In my opinion, break-ups should go like this. No real hurt, no real pain, no shattering of lives. Just change, a slow alteration.
I'm going to remain here until I get everything sorted out. This means I'm going to have to find more work, and to make my small business turn real profit. For this, I may require a bit of help. Spread the word if you can, and please leave tips on where to advertise my patterns and ready-to-wear garments.
It's going to be a rough year.
After my last break-up, I lingered on the brink of death for six months. I'd lost the only friend I had, and my whole life had broken to a million pieces.
This time, I have a strong safety net. I'll be fine.
Just need a bit of love right now.