My once very close friend in college Eszter burned bridges with her flakiness and drug use. She disappeared from all of us and lost our friendships. Well I'm glad that she has put things together and I'm proud of all shes done to get her life on track.
Life After the L Word
Body: Four months ago, on August 15th, my life changed. My three year relationship with a person who I now know to be an insecure, selfish, and manipulative excuse for a human being came to an explosive end when he did the unthinkable and ultimately pushed me over the edge. I walked out on my new job, abandoned all hope, and saw no end in sight as my life spiraled out of control.
For almost two months, I really didn't think I was going to make it, and I didn't care one way or the other. Quite honestly, I never expected what everyone else saw coming from a distance, and pretty much from day one of what I once thought was a fairy tale romance. At the time, I was crushed.... totally defeated, or so I thought. I'd been tricked into believing that I had sabotaged what could have been, and it took most of those four months for me to retrace my steps, realize my mistakes, and regain my footing.
I start a new job on Monday. It may not be my dream job, but it's one of many steps I've taken, one at a time, in the right direction. Slowly, but with a renewed confidence and a newly heightened sense of who I am, I have begun to reclaim my identity, bit by bit. For three years I suppressed my aspirations, alienated most of my friends, and sacrificed so much for so little without realizing that all along I'd been digging my own grave, and one which I almost fell right fell into willingly.
But here I am. I survived. And I've actually come to accept, and even embrace the scars, the memories, the repercussions.... all of it. I am a stronger person for it, I am a better person for it, but I didn't, and couldn't have done it without the support of my family and friends. To those who reached out, thank you for your kind words and wishes, your patience and tolerance, and your willingness to communicate with someone on the verge of clinical psychosis (or so I'm told). And to those who watched the train wreck in silence,.... PLEASE DON'T FEEL BAD. I've gone back and reread some of my suicidal rants, and they scare me too.
Next on my checklist is finding a new place to live that's close to work, close enough to my family, and as far away from the source of my pain as I can get. So basically, somewhere in The Valley, and with a roommate who understands that my cat's life far outweighs hers. And somewhere NOT in Venice, where my once perfect beach apartment sits vacant and paid for, and will remain nearly vacant but paid for until March 1st. Venice, unfortunately, lost its appeal at the hands of one very unappealing resident I hope to never run into again.
Happy Holidays!
Love,
E