It’s funny how this story still resonates.  This week was the first time I had really pushed away someone who had real feelings for me.  After months of trying to feel the right way about him and the way he treated me, I just knew I was feeling more anxious and depressed trying to hold it together.  Today was the first day I felt the weight of what I was leaving behind, and began panicking about my choice and where we’ll be without each other.  This was really the first time I’d tried to be with someone in a serious way in years.  After college, depression kept me out of a lot of dating opportunities, so I already felt like I was making up for lost time.

I’m glad these posts stay up, because the advice works very much in my own situation as well, and I know I have to trust why it didn’t work and give myself adequate time to heal and learn from it.  Before we’d started dating, I’d become really comfortable with being single and dating in the new age.  Now though, I’m just disappointed in my inability to stay with someone kind and real.