the story of my life

it's been a week, and i think i'm ready. i promised before that i would tell all about it. so, here goes...

6 years and 9 months is relatively a very long time to be in a relationship. yes, i broke up with my boyfriend of almost 7 years. why? because i was tired for a lot of reasons. but before i go into that, i'll tell you a something about us first. as you've probably read from here, my boyfriend (sorry, that's ex-boyfriend) started dating when i was still in college. it was a roller-coaster ride. we had a lot of ups and downs, but we managed to talk about everything. we were able to compromise. we had an almost perfect relationship. i guess now you're wondering...what went wrong? as i've mentioned earlier, i got tired. tired of the deadlock we were in during the time that i decided it's over. there was a time when he was in a very "not-so-good" state. he became really depressed. i was patient. it wasn't a problem, until he couldn't get out of it. nobody could help him anymore, but he didn't help himself either. it dragged me down little by little that i had to grasp for air. i needed space which i hoped i would get after christmas when i went out of town, but didn't. it was the last straw. i have to pull myself up or i would drown. i became selfish in a sense because i couldn't wait for him anymore. i tried, but i really got tired.

it's been a week and i feel that the decision i made helped both of us. we talked last night and he said that he got a job in a call center. he'll start training next week. good for him. it was great news, and i can say that i'm really happy for him.

on the other hand, i don't know yet what's next for me. i'm just enjoying the "freedom" that i have. i just want to savor being single for a while. =)