Moving On-Personal Narrative
Moving On
Justin left me. I went home Tuesday night and all that was waiting for me was an empty apartment and a note. Fucking coward. After three years he couldn’t even talk to me, tell me himself that he wasn’t happy. I shouldn’t be surprised; I knew this was coming, but it still hurts. I kind of figured I would be the one to end it. When I was ready. Would I ever have been ready? Maybe I was the coward. At least he had the strength to end something that wasn’t making either of us happy. No, fuck that. I’m not going to make excuses for him. He should have had the decency to tell me. Loser.
I cried myself to sleep last night. I don’t know if I’m heartbroken and actually upset that the relationship is over, or if I’m simply scared to be alone. Maybe I was just used to the comfort of being with someone. We’d been together …show more content…
Talk it out, let it go, then move on. You need to do it.”
“I do need to do it. You’re right. Sounds good.”
The night was slow; there was a steady flow of customers, but not much excitement or energy. It was enough to take my mind off my new relationship status, but towards the end of the night my mind went to a dark place and I found myself fighting back tears. Since most of the dancers had left for the night, I was alone in the dressing room. Steven had called last call, and Angel and I were the last dancers to close down the club for the night. She was currently on stage for her last set.
I sat at the makeup counter and started thinking about all the good times I’d had with Justin. Why does it always go that way? When someone is gone all the bad things seem to disappear and the positive memories take over your mind. Our first kiss, our first Christmas together when Justin had given me a locket with our high school pictures in it, the first time we had sex. He was my first, and the only man I had ever been
Justin left me. I went home Tuesday night and all that was waiting for me was an empty apartment and a note. Fucking coward. After three years he couldn’t even talk to me, tell me himself that he wasn’t happy. I shouldn’t be surprised; I knew this was coming, but it still hurts. I kind of figured I would be the one to end it. When I was ready. Would I ever have been ready? Maybe I was the coward. At least he had the strength to end something that wasn’t making either of us happy. No, fuck that. I’m not going to make excuses for him. He should have had the decency to tell me. Loser.
I cried myself to sleep last night. I don’t know if I’m heartbroken and actually upset that the relationship is over, or if I’m simply scared to be alone. Maybe I was just used to the comfort of being with someone. We’d been together …show more content…
Talk it out, let it go, then move on. You need to do it.”
“I do need to do it. You’re right. Sounds good.”
The night was slow; there was a steady flow of customers, but not much excitement or energy. It was enough to take my mind off my new relationship status, but towards the end of the night my mind went to a dark place and I found myself fighting back tears. Since most of the dancers had left for the night, I was alone in the dressing room. Steven had called last call, and Angel and I were the last dancers to close down the club for the night. She was currently on stage for her last set.
I sat at the makeup counter and started thinking about all the good times I’d had with Justin. Why does it always go that way? When someone is gone all the bad things seem to disappear and the positive memories take over your mind. Our first kiss, our first Christmas together when Justin had given me a locket with our high school pictures in it, the first time we had sex. He was my first, and the only man I had ever been