The return of the Maneater

Hello again friends. Its been a long time coming hasnt it? Perhaps we should return to where I left off in the previous blog.

2.5 years of loving a man who didn't love me back.

Or perhaps as he rightfully pointed out, wasnt able to love me in the way I wanted to be loved.

So where does that leave me? 2.5 years later?

I am done with the heartbreak. Honestly, I think we both saw it coming, and the pain of ending things was more a relief... nothing like the pain that I felt the first time he told he me didn't know if he loved me anymore. So we ended things, in the surprisingly most civil of ways. We are still friends now, in the best of sense. But that chapter of my life is over.

So I moved on, gave myself a cry for a night, but then shook myself up and moved on. Headed back to the gym, tried to sculpt myself up a little.

And here I am, post-breakup.

I have changed much since the first time you saw me. But I realized how quickly I grew old the minute I dreamt of marriage with The Ex. I stopped going out, become more and more of a homebody. Not that that wasnt me as well. But perhaps I fast forwaded through my youth a little too quick, and perhaps its time to rewind and capture a little of the spirit I once had.

Here I am. Re-newed. Chaos.

Let the games begin