A Single Man
So I guess, as of Saturday, I'm a single man. A grieving single man. I miss the relationship. It felt as if it was the one--the last time I'd have to "get to know" someone. That from April 2, 2011, all I'd have to do is get to know one man deeper and stronger and bolder. We'd form a lifetime together. That's over now--hard to accept and get used to the idea of ex-boyfriend, lover, partner.
There's this period after "that conversation," that's so awkward. Who reaches out first? How do you close things--stuff at your place, stuff at his? And how long before you can be "friends" if that's how we choose to roll in the post-relationship?
It's the limbo that is maddening.
And the stages of grief--shock, denial, bargaining, anger, depression and finally acceptance. I feel in the flow of all these stages at once (thanks Ms. Kubler-Ross). It's one day at a time.
There's this period after "that conversation," that's so awkward. Who reaches out first? How do you close things--stuff at your place, stuff at his? And how long before you can be "friends" if that's how we choose to roll in the post-relationship?
It's the limbo that is maddening.
And the stages of grief--shock, denial, bargaining, anger, depression and finally acceptance. I feel in the flow of all these stages at once (thanks Ms. Kubler-Ross). It's one day at a time.
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