Bitterness

In the previous post, I mentioned that I’m not going to be stagnant in life while I wait for K to return. Almost immediately following his departure, things started changing. I found a new job a month after he left and then I moved to a different apartment, in a different part of the city. There have also been other changes, like hiring a personal trainer a few days a week, preparing for my licensure exam, and a bit of traveling.

Of course, staying busy is a distraction, but I miss K. Always. After a while, I think the feeling of missing something assimilates inside, and it becomes part of the norm. And there’s always this bit of anger-resentment mixture that I feel. My cousin was away from her fiancé this past summer for six weeks, and she acted like it was the end of the world. Six weeks. I try to be sympathetic, but really my feelings are “suck it the f*ck up, it’s less than two months. Try two years.” Yeah, a tad bitter, I know.