Breaking up with B
B and I broke up. Actually we did it about two months ago.
I don’t know what I want to say about that right now.
What I do know is this: I feel a need to start writing again. (In part due to some encouragement, thanks SP.) And to do that, I need to fill in this particular blank in my narrative. While the our breakup isn’t news to any of our friends, there are some people who read this who may not have heard (including those who may read this in the future). A lot of what I want to write will only make sense in the context of our breakup.
So, while there might not be a lot of good reading right here, there’s enough that it’s worth a post.
Also, I want to start writing shorter, more frequent posts. Part of my literary dry spell has been that I haven’t had the time or energy to put into multi-day planned & edited diatribes. (They’re not necessarily good reading either.) But short posts are good for getting thoughts out as they crop up. (This one is coming ten minutes before bedtime.)
Short and incomplete is better than not at all. And with that, I think I’ll end this one. More to come.