You would think the worst part of a relationship is breaking up. Actually, I think it’s everything leading up to that part that sucks the most. Breaking up is merely confirmation of the inevitable. Sometimes, the break up itself can even feel like a relief. An end to the anxiety. Hey, I never said it wouldn’t hurt. I just know there’s more painful.
Like the beginning of the end. Where you just know it’s slipping away at your fingertips. You can feel it in your bones that the relationship is done, and every day you wonder if it’s that day. Your hands hurt from trying to hold onto everything in an attempt to save whatever is left, but your palms are bleeding from your nails digging into the skin. That’s what happens when there’s nothing left to hold onto.
You’re in a ring alone. Shadow-boxing in the dark. Because you were taught to fight for the things you want, and never give up. And that’s fine, I’d do it too. I’ve done it plenty of times. Just remember that every second you continue to spend fighting for the wrong cause, is a second stolen from healing those wounds.
Don’t forget that once something ends, something new begins – if you’re ready to let it. You can start over again. There’s a beauty in standing up after a knockout. In reclaiming power, knowledge, love, and respect. So put down the gloves, and dry your tears. It’s time to celebrate. It’s not the end, it’s the beginning.