Warning: This is a ranting whiny relationshipy post. Sorry.
I’ve known this fact but denied it for months. I feel I can no longer continue my journey with J.
I wanted this to work. Not because it was convenient. Not because it was a rebound. Not because I need it.
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If I really air my concerns I am admitting to not just you but to myself that I am prepared to accept our demise. But if it means I protect my boy, then I will sadly part ways.
Here is my “Carrie Bradshaw” Sex and the City over dramatic monologue on why we might not work. Continue reading “A Letter I Will Send: Dear J,”