Sigh. I got dumped.
It’s been a long time since I’ve gone through a breakup, felt the unbearable sting of rejection. But I guess I should have been more prepared. There had been signs- unanswered phone calls, uncomfortable tension, a growing distance between us- but I refused to accept that the relationship was broken. When it finally ended, with what felt like cruel abruptness, I was shocked.
No breakup is fun, whether you’re the dumper or the dumpee. But I’m not talking about my husband, or even a romantic relationship from my past. I’m talking about one of my best friends. It didn’t happen 20 years ago in high school, when girls are weird to each other by default– it was fairly recent. And despite the tricky things I’ve been through, it’s been an incredibly difficult time.
My “breakup” experience is featured on The Elephant Journal. Take a peek, and do tell– can you relate? Have you had a close friendship fall apart? What did you to do move forward? I’d love to hear your experiences.
For me, healing required a shift in my perspective– a twist on the old, “It’s not you, it’s me…” breakup excuse. I stopped searching for things to blame on myself and learned to be comfortable with the love and respect I’d tried to give the relationship. Once I did that, it was far easier to reach the first step of moving on: acceptance.
Acceptance is liberating.