If you guys have been following my saga for the last couple of weeks you know that I have been on a journey of righting the wrongs that have happened as of late. So, to catch you up in case you haven’t been involved as it developed.
In December I broke up with my boyfriend, well, left him is more like it. I thought I was doing myself a favor by running from the problem but that didn’t help at all.
The two of us are back together now. I spent last weekend driving from Georgia up to Connecticut to reunite with him. The whole way I was nervous and wondering if we were going to have any super awkward moments when the two of us finally got together again.
Of course, my excitement outweighed my worry. When I finally hit the Connecticut border the only thing that I could think of was how happy I was going to be to see him and hug him. He gives the best hugs! No lie.
I was a little apprehensive at first. Worried that with us being separated for the length of time and the manner that I left in would cause some riff between us, but when I pulled into the driveway of our house and walked into the house he was standing there waiting for me at the top of the stairs. We both embraced in a long hug and I told him how glad I was to see him.
After that, it was like the separation never happened. It was just easy for the both of us. We picked up where the best part of the relationship had faded. We were no longer the strangers that we were when I left. Being with him again felt right and just easy.
The part of me that was missing was found again. The two of us have always said that our crazy matches each other’s, like the scene in "Deadpool" when he is talking with his girlfriend about the puzzle pieces.
The two of us are determined to make this work. We’ve made plans to keep our relationship in check. That way we can work out our problems instead of letting them be buried and fester into something ugly. I admit that my lack of communication was a big problem and lead us down the road that caused us to separate in the first place. We’ve both owned our mistakes that were made in the relationship.
In the words of my boyfriend, “God has given us a second chance.” We were granted the rights to try again and make it better. From now on I have promised to talk about the things that bother me and bring up the issues that I think need addressing. I’ll no longer keep quiet when I need to speak up.
What has this taught me? The experience has taught me to communicate!
I needed to learn that problems don’t go away if ignored. They just grow and become a bigger problem. Moving forward with the relationship I have come up with the idea of us having weekly check-ins, family meetings if you will. Just to make sure that everything continues down the right path and we don’t start falling back into old patterns.
I know deep in my heart that I made the right decision to give us a second chance at life together.
