Two months ago

Two months ago today my boyfriend of almost six years broke up with me. He broke up with me a little more than a week after being so loving and sweet to me. He broke up with me five days after I took him to see Iron Man 2 for his birthday. He broke up with me three days after I made him a cake and bought presents and celebrated his birthday with him. He broke up with me two days after telling me there was "always hope" and that he'd never dump me again without a lot of mutual conversation and trying to work on problems.

He broke up with me a little more than a week before what would have been our six-year anniversary.

GOOD. FREAKING. RIDDANCE.

I just wish he had timed it BEFORE his birthday so I didn't have to spend that time making that cake and buying those presents for him.

Yes, I still get sad. Yes, I still get lonely. Yes, I still think about him. Yes, I still miss the good times. I still don't know if he was truly a narcissist.

But in the end, he chose to let me go. In the end, it's his loss, not mine.

I have not contacted him for 18 days and will continue to not contact him. I have no reason to. I live for myself and my true loved ones now.

Happy two-month anniversary of your freedom and the start of your new life, Ninja Girl.