So it’s been a little over 3 months since my boyfriend broke up with me. It’s important for me to make this distinction because...well I’m not sure exactly why yet but it does.
As I look back at the relationship I never thought that my life would be perfect for a Shirley Strawberry Letter 🍓. Well meaning friends all say “the best way to get over a man is to get under a new one” 🤦🏾♀️. While I know they mean well it’s hard for me to even think along that line because truthfully I am still in love.
It’s so hard to say when you think about how shabbily I was treated in the ending of our relationship but it’s been said and it’s the truth. I followed all the pre-relationship advice regarding dating with a child except my mother’s advice which was—“Don’t Do It! You have enough on your plate” 😂🤣😂. I even paid attention to “Uncle” Steve Harvey and followed the 90 day probation rule. I waited until his intentions were verbally discussed before I exposed him to my son. I was careful and cautious because I had not only my heart and emotions to consider but that also of my son. But I digress into a postmortem analysis which this is not about.
When I broke up with Jeremy’s dad getting over him was easy. The relationship was defunct and the decision was mine. But this is different...it’s raw because I didn’t choose this it was chosen for me.
So how do you start to mend a broken heart?
Embracing my imperfection and striving for perfection through grace.