Come July 1st, my ex is officially moving out, which is the final nail in the coffin to our 7 year relationship. I feel equal parts sad, and relieved that this day is coming, and I do not regret it one bit, but I am starting to come to grips with the aftermath of being a total relationship/dating trainwreck.

In the dying gasp of our relationship there has been bargaining, acceptance, more bargaining, anger, sadness, just been going back and forth and I am kinda happy we have given ourselves this time to transition out of what was normal into something that has not been normal for 7 years. It’s a hard transition. I actually get to keep the cat which I did not see coming at all, but I love my fucking cat.

As far as my dating life since we have broken up, well, as expected it hasn’t been exactly a walk in the park. I tried Tinder which for the love of god is where miserable people go to have miserable sex and it really wasn’t my cup of fucking tea. And currently I am in the death throws of an affair I have been having with a married Co-worker who has absolutly not a single drop of chill and now everybody at our work knows about it, and I am about one step away from an ass beating, which probably is not entirely undeserved. So yeah, that shit ain’t working out either.

I used to be the fucking Lord Commander of castle chill and all this other fucking noise has seriously just been one big disaster after another and I have just come to the realization that ya know what, I need to just do me. I need to go hiking with my friends that I haven’t been able to see in fucking forever, go to some good shows, catch up on some video games, go golfing and just chill right out. Relationship wise for me at this point, the only correct answer is none of the above. And I think that is just for the best.