is pregnant, apparently.
Good for her.
I’m glad. I’m sure that she’ll make a fantastic mom.
For me, I’m happy too. As usual, these things arrive at the most opportune times. I needed this, I think.
Now, I can finally leave her without guilt. I’ve been needing to so much, but I just couldn’t bring myself to do so. I think it was because of the memories. I mean, I don’t see her very much anymore, like at all, really, but… mentally, I just couldn’t break it off. I was still thinking of myself as “with her”, kind of, even though my heart really wasn’t in it and hers wasn’t either.
As usual, our relationship soured and became boring around the time when she really started to want a kid. It’s funny how that happens.
I’ll always treasure the memories I have with her. I was with her for, I don’t know, seven years at least, and maybe as much as fifteen. I don’t know. So it’s sad, I’m not going to lie, but… it really is necessary for us both to move on. It’s something that must happen for both our sakes.
*Whew*. Wow. It’s over. It’s really and truly over, this time.
Wow. What a rush.
Farewell, Ms. Hathaway. What we had during it’s prime will never be equaled.
I’ll always think good things about you, and I hope that you’ll do the same for me.
Good luck!