And a separate post for the mememe:
So... my spidey sense was right. D broke up with me tonight. He said his feelings had plateaued and he liked me a lot but didn't love me, and he thought we were a good match but not a great match, blah blah breakup-cakes.
Fucking bummer, yo. I talked to my sister, and she pointed out some key issues that I had been... not ignoring, but thought could be gotten around. The communication issues, him not being a pet person (I mean, he's immune to Frankie's cuteness, wtf). That lessened the sting a little bit but I've still got some grieving to do, so I'm taking tomorrow off.
I can feel the protective wings of my friends and family circling around me, and that's a small balm. It hurts, and it's going to take some time for my brain to rearrange itself. That is what it is.
Oh, no, smonster. I'm so sorry.
I am sorry, smonster. That's rough.
And Trudy, it's so hard.
Welcome to the world, wee Ford!
Good gravy losing an old email and having to update is a pain. So far mostly with my Apple ID. iCaramba!
{{{{{smonster}}}}} I'm sorry.
Oh, bah, smonster. Bah humbug.
smonster, I am so glad D cares enough about you to not string you along indefinitely. You deserve to be loved wholeheartedly.
Trudy, so much ~ma for your father's wife.
Welcome to the world, Ford.
Oh, Honey! That is terrible, smonster. I'm so sorry to hear it.
I'm so disappointed for you.
We'll all be here to fold those wings around you, whenever you need them.
I know there were good things about D...but not loving Frankie? I seriously don't get it. I've never even met the little dude and I'm enamored with him.
I don't understand the not-Frankie-love. I just don't. I'm so sorry, hon.
