My relationship with Abdul ended on Tuesday. I had been picking little fights with him the week before. Thursday was because he didn't bring food like he had said he would when I was on-call. Friday was because he ate the salad that Jimmy Fallon gave him all by himself. (If you don't know the story, well, ask me about it and I will see if I feel like telling it.) I decided to spend the weekend in Cherry Hill with Susan and Jenny. It was a mini CA reunion. I needed to get away.
When I returned on Monday I was on-call at the hospital. Abdul and I talked briefly, mostly just to catch up about the weekend, not to really talk. He came by on Tuesday afternoon to talk. Our conversation was fairly brief.
Breaking up is hard, and I don't like it. I feel badly about the fact that I wasn't able to fully reciprocate with Abdul. In a sense Abdul made the break-up easier, because he stated he didn't want to be with me if I didn't feel the same way about him. I was sad when it happened. I cried.
After he left, I got an email about a bicycle I had inquired about on craigslist. I went to see the bike which happened to be just around the corner from where I was. It felt like fate. I bought the bike. I felt better. Then I went to see some female friends to celebrate someone's birthday. I felt okay. In fact, I felt okay all week.
Today, however, kinda sucked. I was packing all morning and in need of moral support. I realize I miss being in a relationship. I miss having someone around and having someone I can count on. *sigh*
I am thinking about resurrecting my dating blog. If you don't know about it, it's probably because you're not supposed to know about it. When does this all end, anyway?