Good bye my love….good bye!
I ended a long term relationship today.
I knew it was coming, but that doesn’t make it any easier to deal with.
We had become distant, there just wasn’t enough room for each other anymore.
We hadn’t been together, not in that way, for over 6 months now.
I can remember the good times we spent together, but they have slowly been fading in the face of our separation.
In my mind, I knew what I needed to do.
But in my heart, I could not find the strength to let go.
And then: I finally faced the fact that the situation we were in has been hurting us both.
In desperately clinging to our past, I was damaging the two of us, one of us possibly beyond repair.
I could not allow that to happen, not by choice.
We both needed to move on.
The truth is, I had already moved on.
Yes, there has been another in my life for several months now.
Another that has given me the same sense of stability, of excitement, of euphoria.
Sheer selfishness has kept my original love tied to me.
I have had the best of both worlds.
The excitment of the new and the comfort of the known.
It was high time for me to let go.
This afternoon we spent our final moments together.
There was a sense of bittersweet nostalgia in the air.
The knowledge hung heavy that we had once been so good together but would never be together again.
I lovingly stroked my hand along those strong arms for the last time.
Those arms of steel that had supported me countless hours without complaint.
I had to tear myself away before the sadness overwhelmed me.
And I watched the truck pull away, making our break-up permanent, a tear or two slipped down my cheek.
While I thought we would be together forever, the changes in my life tore us apart.
And all I am left with are my memories and a photo scrapbook, much too small to ever describe our long term relationship.
Good bye my love, good bye.
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What???
You thought I was talking about a person?
Ha..ha.ha….!
Don’t be silly.
I was talking about my treadmill.
Since getting divorced and moving into my one bedroom apartment, there was no room for my wonderful treadmill.
Plus, my complex has three..count them three…. Health centers.
Yes, those are the treadmills I have been seeing without MY treadmills knowledge.
But sitting in a garage, gathering dust bunnies was ruining my treadmill, so I finally got the courage up and placed a for sale ad.
It went home tonight with a lovely couple.
The wife is quite the runner and she killed her treadmill just the other night.
Her husband, an obviously loving man, wasted no time in contacting my on-line for sale posting.
They came over this afternoon and I let her give my treadmill a test run and she loved it.
They bought it on the spot.
We loaded it up in the back of their truck and she was very excited.
I wish them happiness.
It was a wonderful treadmill to me and it deserved to go to a good home.
Oh, and the $500 they gave me for it, doesn’t suck either!
You are such a goob.
;=P
congrats on selling the TM…I know how much you loved it.
Steph- I may be a goob…but you have to admit…I’m a goob that had you going there for a while. Didn’t I? huh? HUH? didn’t I? ha..ha.ha.ha…!!!
PTHBTHBPPP!
She’s right. You’re a goob, hon.
That’s just so…. so… Wrong.
Goob.
Sarah — Why ya gotta be hatin on me like that? Come on…admit it… you were falling for it, hook, line and sinker.. you KNOW were were.
Why I gotta be a goob because of that? Huh?? Huh? Where’s the love???
Miriel - man… here I thought I was being funny. You know, humorous. But no..apparently I was just being a goob.
Geez louise.. what a rough crowd! ha..ha..ha…
Three paragraphs in I started thinking “this is gonna be so hilarious, can’t wait to see what it is . . . a chincilla? a great pair of shoes? oh, man a truck had to haul it off?” I admit it, skipped right to the link like a book that’s too good to wait for the last page and went right to it. LOL
Sara - Yay!! You get it! You win the prize. You knew I was setting you up. Wow, and really quickly too! I’m impressed.
But you are such a bad girl for skipping ahead. No treat for you. ha.ha.ha…
It’s just so WRONG because it was so damn funny that we all fell for it.
But none of us want to admit it, dear.
and THAT is why you’re a goob.
Ahhh…. got it. But then, that must mean I’m a LOVEABLE goob, right Miriel? …Right??…… Miriel? …….Um…Isn’t that right Miriel?
Yes, Dear. That is right.
Yay!! I love it when you humor me Miriel.
ha..ha.ha…!