Very confused.
From the whirlwind of work, schedules and happy hours to the swirling of thoughts in my head and emotions in my heart.
Maybe I’ll be able to think more clearly after he leaves and my life will take on some semblance of normalcy and of “me” again. But between surviving three relationships, two different jobs and one sexual assault in the past two years, how can I even remember what “normal” is anymore?
“Normally”, when a relationship was becoming rocky, or there was an end in sight, I’d be out scheduling dates and parties with either the trusty standby’s in my little black book. These included generally attractive, fun guys that I have met during my tenure in the District out of which relationships never materialized for one reason or another. However, platonic friendship never Quite developed in their place.
At any rate, these are all excellent candidates for lively dinner, happy hour or movie going companions easing moi back into a the single mentally and solo lifestyle.
But I haven’t so much as perused my phone contacts list in contemplation of an augmentation of my social life.
So perhaps the definition has changed – or have I?
Frankly,
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