A week ago I broke up with my boyfriend. It was mutual and amicable which means that the hardest thing to get over hasn’t been the emotional heart ache (which I’m dealing with in away akin to repaying a loan – in small regularly deposits) but rather the gap in my diary. Today is the first day since it happened that I haven’t had plans and I’m going slowly out of mind.
I used to love Sundays on my own. The place where I was living before we got together didn’t have a washing machine so I used to spend the day pottering around and there’d usually be a trip to the laundrette. I’d get a paper and a large glass of red wine in the bar next door to it, then walk along the beach, write letters to friends, little things. Little things that were amazingly satisfying because they were all about me. And now I am bored.
The great news is that as of a few months ago I’m not the only one – it may be in some way related to the band with the same name but I’d like to think that there are lots of recently single people in the same position as me. Bored. Bored. Bored. Hopefully I’ll remember how to enjoy my own time properly in a couple of weeks but in the mean time I’m going to take solace in the fact that I’m not the only one. Hopefully.
October 26, 2008 at 8:31 am
I’d like to skilfully combine a comment on this post with the one about your great aunt’s funeral to observe that at least you didn’t have to suffer the indignity of “XXXX XXXX is no longer listed as in a relationship”.