Guess Who is Writing About Breakups Again?

Edited to add that we have reconciled and that I couldn’t be happier!

I think this is becoming my thing...

Before I elaborate, just let me start off by saying that I hate breakups. I’ve now experienced more than my desired share and I am hoping to never go through another one ever again!

This particular uncoupling didn’t go well at all. I had honestly believed that if he and I ever split up, we could still be amicable with one another. Of course, for most of our time together, I never really thought that we would split up.

My severe anxiety, however, had other ideas. And let’s just say that misunderstanding played a big part as well.

My ex-bf is a beloved member of his community and has many, many friends and social obligations.

His friend group is basically something out of a prime-time ensemble cast sitcom. They plan much of their lives around one another, and truly have each other’s backs. We should all be so lucky as to have a support group like his.

Over the last few years, I have become a bit of a hermit. Widowhood has a tendency to do this to a person. Then COVID happened, and well, let’s just say that I didn’t really mind all the social distancing and staying home.

Once the restrictions were mostly lifted, that’s when things started worrying me. There were upcoming concerts, trips, parties, and other events that he was eager to attend. With me along for…