It's Not Me, It's You.

Dear GEPN Year,

I'm breaking up with you.

The first few months of our relationship were intriguing, exciting, and intense.  Each morning I awoke, wondering what the day would bring.  I'd drive 100 miles just to be with you.  It almost didn't matter that I hadn't slept in days or that my kids didn't remember what I looked like. We were so in love.

Then we took some time apart over the holidays, and things changed between us.  I remembered what it was like to be with my family, to eat three solid meals, to do things "just for fun." Still, I was eager to get back together.

Despite how hard we've tried to make it work, the chemistry just isn't there anymore. When my alarm tells me it's time to get up and go be with you, I hit snooze and hope that the next time I open my eyes, you'll be gone. We don't get together as much as we used to, and I like it better this way.  I'm spending more time with other people, which is something you've never allowed before.  I'm rediscovering my freedom.  It feels fucking fantastic.  

I know we'll still see each other from time to time over the next couple months. (Isn't that how all breakups go?)  There will be days that we'll think we should try to work things out, and on other days, we'll hate each other.  But, little by little, we'll grow further and further apart until we no longer need one another.  And it will be for the best. 

It's (almost) over. When we finally part ways, I think I'll find someone who is more concerned with my interests and passions, someone with whom I can be myself.  And I know that you'll find someone new-- someone who will fall for you, the way that I did...at least for awhile. 

So, let's make the most of these final weeks together.  Cherish the good times, try to forget the bad, and keep moving forward.  

XOXO,
Meghan

P.S. Oh, and in case you were wondering? It's not me, it's you.