I think that if someone could have a mid-life crisis at the age of 23, that’s what would be happening to me right now.
My life is changing so rapidly right now, and whenever that happens, I have a tendency to lose my shit a little.
After losing my shit completely, I come to a turning point, and things start to look up.
So right now, I think I might be at the turning point in my mess of a life, but I can’t be sure because the situation is still so new.
What happened, you see, is that when I decide to fuck something up, I fuck it up as badly as is humanly possible. I don’t fuck it up at a convenient point or anything like that. I fuck it up at a time that just does not work out for anyone.
What did I fuck up? My mother fucking relationship.
For four and a half years, I was with the same person. We had been through so much together, so many difficult times, so much bullshit, and I thought our relationship could last through anything.
Well apparently I was wrong.
I went as far as to move in with said person last May, and then, as soon as our roommate moves out, as soon as my parents buy him a ticket to go on our cruise with us over Christmastime, and as soon as we adopt a new kitten together, we’re done.
Its a long, LONG story, but things just took a bad turn (you’ll probably get the pleasure of hearing about it later so don’t worry about it too much).
So as of last week, for the first time in four and a half years, I am single and scrambling to find an apartment on my own with two cats, living in the extra bedroom of my now ex-boyfriend(who, may I mention, will barely look at me?)’s house that he mother fucking owns, and losing my fool mind.
But hey, at least we weren’t married and shit, right?
This blog could end up being about a lot of things.
You’re going to hear more details of the demise of my relationship, I’m sure.
You’re going to hear details of how I’m learning to be single after all this time.
You’re going to hear details of me learning to live on my own and fully take care of myself, since I’ve never done this without a roommate of some sort before.
You’re going to hear about grad school and how I’m dealing.
And you’ll probably hear fun stories about the cats and my friends and my sometimes awesome, sometimes joke, of a life.
So get ready for some fun, ladies and gentlemen, and thank you in advance for sticking with me while I figure my life out.