When we’re incomplete, we’re always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we’re still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on—series polygamy—until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.
After four and a half long months, alex and i are officially over.
i never wanted it to end,
yet again, i never wanted it to begin.
it started too quickly, and ended too soon, they say.
there's so many things that i could have done differently.
but things go how they go;
people move on and grow older,
realizing what they really want out of life.
and even if he doesn't want me,
i'll be moving on, too.
it's hard to say that i am completely devestated that it's over.
i saw it coming- for a while now.
we fought, constantly. he was jealous. and i couldn't take it.
neither could he.
i have many things that i need to fix according to him, before i even think about starting another relationship.
one. i talk "bad" about him behind his back...
two. i'm too selfish
three. i'm hypocritical
and four. i'm going to COLLEGE.
don't know how that last one fits in there?
i think he's scared.
he's always scared, worried. about something. about everything.
well that's just too bad.
sorry i wasn't everything you wanted.
and sorry i wasn't good enough for you.
"no, i'm not stickin' with you."
-alex huth.
