If someone wants to leave your life, you’ve got to let them go. You shouldn’t have to convince them to stay, nor should you want to.
I realized like most people of a certain privilege, “goodbye” is nothing more than an empty promise.
You probably didn’t think it would matter; you probably figured it was just a little affair and we would never find out. We’ll just go on and live the rest of our lives completely unaffected by it, right?
After 3 years of graduate school, over $100,000 of student loans, and lots of time and effort — I left. It has been the hardest decision I have ever made and yet it has also been the most rewarding. Quitting changed my life.
“You’re doing what?”
There’s some quote about leaving while the party is still running, before the dance ends. Defy that fallacy, please for me. Let the party keep running, let the dance ensue.
And every heartbeat, every step and every intake of breath and exhale of worry was a step closer to your leaving. 20 days. And then you’re back.
all of the forgotten bruises and pain that I brushed beneath the rug of time’s passage when I left years back crawls out like a slithering monster and you try to kick them back under there, but it still peeks out a lot.
3. The way he treats his mother will eventually be the way he treats you.
It’s too cold. The cold has seeped into my veins and my heart and my brain. I can’t do it anymore. I’m exhausted. I’m frozen. I’m stymied. I’m holding myself back. I stay inside because I can’t bear the windchill biting at my fingers.