I’ve been wanting to write this for a bit now.
Every now and then I read my previous post and I hate how angry and pissed off I sound. Honestly, it bothers me because I can only imagine what some of you are thinking. Especially since you’re only getting my side of the story, but hell, I don’t think he even knows his side of the story.
But enough about him. This officially marks the end of this chapter that I was O’ so excited to start last year.
But this is life and nothing in life is certain.
Epilogue It's been three months since we broke up. Only a few weeks since I moved out, but here I am. Alone and tormented by my own thoughts. As soon as I wake up, I think of you. Once I'm at work, I'm fine and distracted, acting a fool. No one would ever think I am the saddest person in the room or at least one of the saddest persons in the room, but that's who I am. Well that is who I am now, a combination of the old and new me. I am smart, funny, talented, uncaring, free spirited, unfiltered latina woman. I say what I say and mean what I said. UNAPOLOGETIC. So cheers to this new chapter of solitude. Cheers to this new job. And cheers to the endless possibilities ahead of me. I am no longer trapped within this country or continent. I am no longer close minded to my upbringing and beliefs. I am open to anything that's in front of me and ahead of me. Until we meet again and hopefully with great stories to tell. To be continued...