My life metamorphosed into a routine since John ended us. My life metamorphosed into a depressing routine that I was unable to see my way out of it. A normal day for me included working late nights and journeys home without deviation. Most nights, I ate whatever was fast and easy to prepare and other times I cried myself to sleep. Eight months ago, John Prescott was my Fiancée. I was delighted and looking forward to plan our wedding. We spent three years of our lives together and not once did I envision life without him, but the universe destined other plans for us.
Although I wished I could place culpability on another woman for the breakup, we had issues impossible to ignore. In the end, we could not overcome our problems.
John met …show more content…
The emotions of that day still fresh in my mind.
Liz, my closest childhood friend, once told me that caring for someone and loving that person were different emotions, but I refused to accept that reality.
I wished I could go back and do things differently. Perhaps we would still be together or perhaps the end of our affair would have been less painful. Nevertheless, he made it clear it was over and I must accept his decision. It did not matter how the end of my relationship with John tore me inside every day. I must accept his decision and move on.
The first four months after the breakup were tough, because the time alone forced me to admit I never loved John, but I needed to acknowledge that fact in order to put the blame where it belonged and move forward. I may not have loved him, but I did care about him, and that feeling, caused me …show more content…
He was loyal, kind, honest, respectful and compassionate. The girls in our school loved John's muscular body, handsome face and tall physique. The boys wanted to be him. He came from a little country in Europe and had a sexy accent.
No matter how things concluded between us, he would always hold a special place in my heart. I would cherish the memory of his perpetual smile forever.
The only part I regretted about the dissolution of my engagement was how it had affected my family. Since I was an only child, John was like the son my Dad always wanted. Their close friendship suffered. They used to converse often, but since our entanglement dissolved, only once. John's parents and my Aunt Georgia were friends before John and I dated, but cease contact soon after the split.
I don’t blamed John or his family for distancing themselves from us. John has a new life with Nicole and his parents had embraced her.
I had myself to blame for the breakup. I knew deep in my soul, my job was one of the reasons John and I drifted apart. The need to prove I was skillful with every aspect of life became my handicap. How did I expect John to feel cherished and loved when winning a case was my number one
Although I wished I could place culpability on another woman for the breakup, we had issues impossible to ignore. In the end, we could not overcome our problems.
John met …show more content…
The emotions of that day still fresh in my mind.
Liz, my closest childhood friend, once told me that caring for someone and loving that person were different emotions, but I refused to accept that reality.
I wished I could go back and do things differently. Perhaps we would still be together or perhaps the end of our affair would have been less painful. Nevertheless, he made it clear it was over and I must accept his decision. It did not matter how the end of my relationship with John tore me inside every day. I must accept his decision and move on.
The first four months after the breakup were tough, because the time alone forced me to admit I never loved John, but I needed to acknowledge that fact in order to put the blame where it belonged and move forward. I may not have loved him, but I did care about him, and that feeling, caused me …show more content…
He was loyal, kind, honest, respectful and compassionate. The girls in our school loved John's muscular body, handsome face and tall physique. The boys wanted to be him. He came from a little country in Europe and had a sexy accent.
No matter how things concluded between us, he would always hold a special place in my heart. I would cherish the memory of his perpetual smile forever.
The only part I regretted about the dissolution of my engagement was how it had affected my family. Since I was an only child, John was like the son my Dad always wanted. Their close friendship suffered. They used to converse often, but since our entanglement dissolved, only once. John's parents and my Aunt Georgia were friends before John and I dated, but cease contact soon after the split.
I don’t blamed John or his family for distancing themselves from us. John has a new life with Nicole and his parents had embraced her.
I had myself to blame for the breakup. I knew deep in my soul, my job was one of the reasons John and I drifted apart. The need to prove I was skillful with every aspect of life became my handicap. How did I expect John to feel cherished and loved when winning a case was my number one