My girlfriend dumped me in March of Year 7, and since then, I’d been missing her. Without getting too disgustingly emotional on details, I’ll just say that my pillow is wet around the eyes most nights before I drift off to sleep. I know I’ve fucked up, big time.
Call me when you figure out what’s important to you, is what she told me on the way out.
Over April and May, I stopped drinking and started a much heavier exercise program, which did wonders for my mood and allowed me to reprioritize things.
And I realized, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that work and alcohol were not nearly as important to me as my relationship with her. Not even close. I dumped the drink, fixed my Bert Problem, stopped giving a shit about my discretionary bonus and extra goals which required me to work at night, and said no to Cthulhu.
In short, I’d fixed most of my personal problems and created a reasonable amount of free time in the balance.
I thought that making all of these changes would be enough for my ex SO to take me back, but even so, it wasn’t an easy ride. She was skeptical.
We took steps backward and started dating again on weeknights. I think some of the strategy on her part was to see if I could consistently clear the evening blocks. Over time, this would be proof that I a) wasn’t drinking and b) wasn’t working as much. These things, in concert, led to a re-establishment of trust.
Clever girl. She’s smart and strong, and demands that I earn her respect instead of just blindly giving it to me. It’s a big part of the reason why I love her so much — she has good self-esteem and doesn’t take shit from me, or anyone else. By late July, we were a happy couple again, hanging out whenever we had any spare time to give to one another — which, incidentally, was more and more often, given the fact that I gave a big middle finger to my MBO goals.
Even today, I’m incredibly grateful she gave me another chance. I know her life is the worse for it, because she has to put up with me, but on my end I’m much better for having her around, in every possible way.
And I’ll never let her down again.