I just broke up with my boyfriend yesterday. Surprisingly, I hadn't felt even a tinge of sorrow. I felt pity for him, I guess. But everything happens for a reason. And this event just means that he is not the right guy for me.
The impending one-million-dollar question: who is the right one?
That guy remains to be unseen at this point. I've had relationships with different guys that have different personalities and backgrounds but nobody seemed to succeed. Well, there was one who almost made it but he had sex with another chick and had a baby with her. So that guy's out of the question.
This latest fizzle was with a guy who had a very simple life. So simple that he still lives with his dad, not breaking any sweat to earn a dime. He felt very contented with what he had. After 2 years of being with him, I realized I had no future with him if I continued our relationship. I had begun to ask what his future plans were, but he had not given me any concrete one. I gave suggestions, but he brushed me off.
In the long run, I gave up on him. And the conclusion of everything I felt and kept from him happened yesterday. As I've said, I didn't feel sad. I know this would be a life lesson for him, but I doubt he will learn that soon.
This is all for the best.
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