Showing posts with label moving on. Show all posts
Showing posts with label moving on. Show all posts

Thursday, 10 September 2015

3 Signs It's Time To Move On

3 Signs It's Time To Move OnDo you sometimes feel like your relationship isn’t meant to be? Of course you do, it's normal to have doubts, especially after a fight. If you find you feel like this almost constantly and without any trigger though, it could be that it's time to end the relationship!

Here are three signs it might be time to move on:

Being around your partner doesn’t make you happy
While I don’t believe your own happiness is anyone else’s responsibility, I still think spending time with your partner should make you happy. You should look forward to spending quality time with them, even if its something as simple as watching bad TV and eating popcorn together.
If you find yourself dreading seeing them, or constantly putting off spending time together, this is a definite red flag.

You constantly fantasize about other people (and not just in the bedroom!)
If you are constantly wishing you had someone else’s life, or were with someone else then that's not a good sign. We’ve all those moments were we wonder why we aren’t married to our celebrity crush and sunning it up in LA, or checked out someone in the supermarket queue, but it's usually a fleeting thing, rather than a constant thought.

If you constantly find yourself comparing your partner/relationship to other people's (and them falling short) it could be time to move on.

You find your partner irritating all the time
Everyone has those little habits that are cute in the beginning, but over time make you want to scream. It can become a problem if you feel like screaming more often than not at everything your partner says and does!

When they ask if you want a cup of tea and you feel like you want to throw something at their head, it might be time to call it a day!

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Saturday, 18 April 2015

The Relationship That Made Me Grow Up

I wrote this when I first started my blog. I fully intended to post it at the time, but when it came to it, I bottled it. Its such a personal post and I decided against posting it. I was talking to another blogger today on Twitter and she inspired me to bite me lip, close my eyes and just hit publish. So here goes...


When I was 20ish, I met this guy. He was funny and always the life and soul of the party. He was different from my usual type - the brooding bad boy type - and I figured he would probably be a better long term prospect than that type. Long story short, we got together, and eventually got engaged and I really thought at that time he was a keeper.
I was so wrong. As we spent more time together, I realised he was the life and soul of the party because he was always drunk. I was young and stupid and figured this was no big deal - life's about having fun right? We all drank too much then - we were at that age were we went out a lot.
As we grew up, the rest of us (myself and our friends group) grew up. He just got older. We all settled down a bit. We still had nights out obviously, but he still drank everyday. By this point it was obvious  to me that drinking had gotten a hold on him. But I was in by then, I'd made a commitment, and I felt I shouldn't just walk away from it.
I thought he'd change, it would just take time. I was still naïve enough at that point to think there could be a happy ending. We'd beat this thing together and live happily ever after. My mistake was in assuming he wanted to change. He didn't, but of course I couldn't accept that. It was painful to say the least to watch him on this spiral of self destruction.
Everywhere we went he was drunk - he showed me up in public so many times, and my life became a constant circle of cleaning up his mess, apologising to people for his behaviour, and of course making excuses for him. I could see the pity they felt for me, and I think that was the worst part. I became that girl people felt sorry for. The girl they talked about on nights out. The girl no one wanted to be. Yet still I didn't leave.
We fought a lot. I left and came back. I became someone I didn't want to be - nagging all the time, crying too much, avoiding social occasions - and I couldn't see a way out. I gave him ultimatums, he ignored them and then I'd get the apology and how it would be different, and of course I gave in. By then the love was gone. Some days I actually hated him. We spent less time together because I couldn't stand to be around him. By now you're probably wondering why I stayed. I would be if I was reading this. At that point, I didn't have an answer to that - I couldn't even explain it myself yet.
For certainly the last year of the relationship, maybe more, he was an alcoholic. I hate to say that even now, but it's the truth. He was. Things eventually came to a head when we went on holiday with some friends. I realised how far out of control he had become and I left again, this time for good.
I became me again, this nagging, down trodden woman was gone. I look back over that time and realise I never want to be that person again. Ever. She was weak and wet and if I met her I would want to shake some sense into her.
About a year after that, a friend of mine went through something similar. She left and felt really bad about it. We were messaging about it one day. At the time, I thought nothing of it, except from her point of view.
A while ago, I was looking back over some old messages, trying to find a date and that thread was still there. I was curious about it as I don't really see her anymore, so I had a look. One of the messages I'd sent to her said "you keep hoping that one day, you will be more important to him than the next drink". Newsflash - that wont ever happen.
It was the ones after that got me though. I sent her a message saying "leaving doesn't mean you have failed, and you are not a bad person for not wanting to stay". And that was when I realised. I had stayed for so long not out of love, not because I seriously thought he would change, not because of the commitment I had made, but because in my mind at the time, to leave meant I had failed. It was only when I told someone else they hadn't failed that I realised it was true for me too, and that's when I finally let go.
Now, I'm working on not letting past mistakes affect my future.
Well that turned out to be longer than I expected. If you're still reading I hope my rant didn't bore you too much!


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