Freeeeeeee!

I’m free! Kalypso and I have forged a truce: we are not partners; I need to move out as soon as possible; and we can’t take each other for granted. Other than that, though, we’re being able to more relaxed, be fun with each other, offer comfort and understanding without strings.

He still peels mango for me, and I still cook dinner.

It is such a relief! This unhappiness and obsession has vanished.

He now needs to get on with his life, and I with mine. I’m very glad that he is continuing the good work (initated by moi) of addressing his compulsive behaviors and using relationships as crutches. But I am also glad that he is doing it without me. Its another case of “too little too late”, but more importantly, its a case of me deciding that I need to diverge from this disastrous path. He needs to tread this path alone… if I come along, I’ll just get more and more hurt.

I am not sorry for our relationship being over because it isn’t over. Its just changing. We still have cuddles and talk about politics, linux and all the rest. We make good friends. Very good friends.

I can’t wait to move out, though! The studio apartment in The Hills District is getting too small. I want my own space, my own door to shut and open as I please. The search continues.

I know that I’ll be hurt if he went out and found another girlfriend straight away (like last time). But if that happens, I will use all my strength and let my friends help me to withstand the pain. I need to be alone, single, Anna.