Would’ve been 2 years

Yesterday I went to a family reunion in San Antonio. Lets just say it was a really long day, and that’s not because I was with my family.

My brother had this friend that I dated for a little over a year. Michael and I would have been together for two years on July the fourth this year. Maybe for some of you, you wouldn’t understand why this is such a problem for me, so let me tell you.

I dated this guy almost a year ago, yes a little after our one year anniversary we broke up. Why you ask? Good question.You see, even after all this time I still have no clue as to why we ended it. Well, as to why he ended it. I asked him four different times to break up and each time he begged me not to. So you fully understand me, Michael is NOT the type to show his feelings and when he literally begged me over the phone he sounded as if he were close to tears. I had this guy. I had him. Even his friends told me he was different because of me but not in a bad way. I thought we were happy.

There’s more to it than what I’ve said here. I guess I will just have to write about that when I have more time and my carpal tunnel isn’t killing me.

Just so I get this out of my system….

– I cried on the ride back and sang with my heart on my sleeve as me, my aunt, two sisters, and niece drove back at 10 p.m

– "Didn’t you know how much I loved you? Didn’t you know how much I loved you baby? I gave you everything, every part of me. Didn’t you feel it when I touched you? Didn’t I rock you when I loved you baby? Baby tell me, didn’t you know how much I loved you?"

– I wish you would just stop dickin around and get out of my life for good. Every time I seem to get over you, you decide to come out of no where and every feeling I ever had comes back with a vengeance. And it didn’t help when you sent me that text calling me your baby. Oh by accident of course…

– I never actually believed that we would be together forever, yet somewhere deep inside I always wished we would.

Well, I’ve got to leave now. Here’s to hoping the desire to plaster myself into infinity with the strongest form of alcohol and blades I can find doesn’t present itself anytime soon.

Ah relationships…