Ok, so this is a way more personal post than you'll be used to seeing from me but I felt like I should probably address the fact that it's been almost a month since my last post.
The long and short of it is that my boyfriend and I split up. It's the most pragmatic, rational, adult break up I've ever had so, to be honest, while you might be expecting a lengthy, panic-filled diatribe about how I'm almost 30 and single, this is probably going to end up being relentlessly positive. Much like me, in general! (The title of this post may be a slight misnomer).
After six and a half years (that's 78 months, fact fans) we made the very amicable decision to part ways. If I thought I was losing Matt from my life I would more than likely be inconsolable, rocking back and forth in a corner and living on a diet of cat hair and dust, but that's just not the case. I love him, he's my best friend and, I hope, always will be. So, while I care for and appreciate each and every person that's expressed concern for either me or him, or for the both of us, I just wanted to take a moment to reiterate something that's become my mantra this past week; I'M FINE. HE'S FINE. WE'RE FINE. Also, I love you, thanks for giving a shit.
I understand that the situation isn't the standard and that some people won't believe it until they see it, or will expect our very dull story to be a thinly veiled, intricately constructed ruse in order to mask a seething hatred between us that's been slowly building since that fateful day we met on MySpace in 2005 (There, I admitted it). I suspect those people might be very disappointed when they see that we are, in fact, fine. Our relationship wasn't a normal one, so it stands to reason that the split would be equally abnormal. How many people do you know who could spend all their time working, socialising and living together without being at least tempted to throttle one another in their sleep on the odd occasion?! We just work very well together and I think that over the years, perhaps the fact that we've spent so much time together has meant that our relationship changed a bit. Everything is the same as it was, we're just splitting the finances and sleeping in separate rooms now. And I'm a little less inclined to wash his pants for him anymore.
If this all sounds a bit callous, then I apologise. I'm getting more and more level-headed, sensible and optimistic in my old age so instead of mourning a relationship, I'm looking forward to a lifelong friendship and business partnership. I'd be lying if I said there hadn't been tears or that I wasn't sad, there'll be a strange adjustment period, but I am confident that we've arrived at the right decision. I just hope my Mum gets over the fact that her window for grandbabies is closing rapidly. Sorry, Mum. Love you!
Matt is my favourite person, we've been through a lot together and I think the fact that we can arrive at a place that's so amicable so quickly, just cements how amazing he is. I'm incredibly lucky to have him in my life, in whatever capacity, and I wouldn't change the last 7 years for anything. Onwards and upwards! WE'RE FINE ;)