The Break-Up

It’s not you, it’s me.

And I just can’t do this anymore.  This isn’t healthy.

Our love was so strong. I was somehow able to break your hard crust and feel who you really are, on the inside; so warm and soft— you comfort me. But this can’t go on.

This relationship has gone stale. I was trying to stay strong, I was trying to keep my distance, but I just can’t. I don’t have the willpower. Maybe it’s how you look, or how you smell, or maybe even how you taste. I tried to change you, and I’m sorry for that. I tried to kneed you into what I wanted. I tried to weigh my options and look elsewhere. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I found something I liked better, I would find the strength to walk away from you and never look back.

It’s harder than that. And I realize that now.

My strength would only last days, a week at most.

We would meet at Panera and I would pretend like I wasn’t there to see you, but we both really knew I was. I would give in and indulge in your warmth and comfort. This would only leave me in pain for the days to follow. You make me sick to my stomach, and that is NOT okay. It’s like I’m allergic to you now. This can’t be healthy. This is not healthy.

I lied before; it’s not me, it’s you. You do this to me.

So, it’s time for a change. It will be hard, but I have to do this. For myself. I’m ending this, once and for all.

Bread, we are done. Gone are our days of sandwiches, grilled cheeses, toast, bagels— we’re over.

I’m a better me without you.

I’m gluten free, baby.


I’m so sorry,

Victoria, Blog On Fleek

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