Friday, May 06, 2005
11 months today. It feels like it’s been a lot longer, though. I rarely think about Glenn anymore, and when I do it’s in a peripheral, past-tense kind of way that doesn’t have any bearing on my current existence. I don’t dream about him anymore and I don’t cry over him anymore. Sometime last month, I removed the platinum and diamond band I’d been wearing on my right hand and since then I’ve no longer felt connected to the end of that relationship. It sucks that the breakup happened, but it happened for a reason and I’m glad to be where I am now, rather than in a bad marriage to someone who wasn’t right for me.