Breaking Up

This is going to be a stream of consciousness type of post, so be warned; it’s a rambling one.

Bloggers often talk about the rosy lens that gets put over their life when they share it online. Most of us, while we share a lot, tend to stay pretty positive. When something goes wrong, it can be very, very difficult to share. For me, I get caught somewhere in a desire for privacy, but also wanting to be honest. I wanted to share what happened this weekend, because in all likelihood, there’s going to be an effect on my blog. There’ll be a notable absence of someone you’re used to seeing mentioned a lot, and to be honest, I’ll probably be around less myself while I get my life and head together.

On Friday night, Tom and I split up. He’s working away in Cambridge at the moment, and unfortunately, our relationship has become something he doesn’t have the time for. It’s something I’ve seen happen to several friends. Boyfriend works and lives with a lot of single guys, and it becomes that nights out with the boys make the relationship seem like a chore they don’t want to deal with, when they could live responsibility free. Essentially, I’ve had a spectacularly horrible weekend of heartbreaking phone calls (top tip gents, if you’re living with a girl, don’t break up with her over the phone. It’s really, really awful and painful) and scrambling to sort out where the hell I’m going to live, after our lease ran out on Saturday.

At the moment, I’m still in the shell-shock state. This is easily the worst way I’ve ever been split up with, but right now there’s so much practical stuff I need to sort out with our flat, and finding myself somewhere else to live, so I’m mostly just pushing through as best I can, particularly as it seems I’ll be the one dealing with the old flat and sorting that out.

It’s incredible how little you can know someone, and the horrible things they’re capable of. It’s also amazing how much love there is between friends. I went home to Mum on Saturday morning, and was immediately fully booked for the next fortnight with friends and family wanting to help, even if just keeping me company. You all know who you are. Thank you.

As for Caramel Latte Kiss…well, there’s a lot to sort out over the next few weeks. I’m aiming to keep as busy as possible, so I don’t crumble completely, so hopefully it won’t be too quiet around here, but there might a drop in regular posting. Thanks in advance for your patience with this, and I promise things will be back to normal as soon as possible. Breaking up is the actual worst.

  • Emma Cossey

    So sorry to hear you’re going through such a rough time. Also, what a douchebag. I’m sure he’ll be kicking himself while you get on with a fresh new chapter of your life.

    • Thank you. That’s how I’m trying to look at it. I haven’t liked living in Coventry, so now I can get out and choose somewhere for me, and use the time to do all the cool bloggy things I want to do.

  • Jodie

    Sorry to hear your relationship is no more- you’re right breaking up over the phone is the worse 🙁
    Hope you get everything sorted soon
    X