Yesterday, after an argument that was probably a long time coming, Ulysses and I mutually decided that we shouldn't see each other anymore. Depending on your feelings about him and the situation in general, this is perhaps good news. I can't say I'm surprised by it, but it has knocked me off-center to some extent. He's been a part of my life for a long time. Adjusting to an absence can be hard, too.
One of the people that I told yesterday - because she happened to be there, not because I sought her out, particularly - responded with, "lol, how can you break up when you were never dating in the first place?"
Ouch, thanks for your honesty if nothing else; I won't be bothering you with that sort of thing again. And, for the record, a breakup is an experience, not a semantic or legalistic event. If that's what I/he/we felt, then that's what it was. If it's not what you perceived, then that's your own failure of imagination or empathy.
I expect a weekend of wound-licking and self-absorption. Next week, though, I'll be too damned busy to focus too much on all this. Whew.
[title quotation by Robert Frost]
sorry A.
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