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For the last year and a half I have been in what I considered a fairly blissful relationship. The guy I was dating (hereinafter referred to as "Dan") was a nice, intelligent, sweet guy, who liked and was liked by my family, payed for me, and told me I was beautiful on a regular basis. As with all things, it didn't last. It was during our weekly bible study that Dan told me that he hadn't been feeling a peace about our relationship and wanted to...take some time off. For two weeks. I was surprised, firstly, and not a bit happy, but what could I do? I loved him and that was that. The following two weeks were some of the most nerve-wracking, horrible weeks of my life. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat; I spent half the time working on my web page and half trying to analyze our relationship. But I never seriously entertained the idea that he would break up with me. We had planned on getting married. He was the only guy I'd ever told I loved. We went to church together, for Pete's sake. As it turned out, I should have spent that two weeks getting used to being single. On the appointed day, Dan called me up and asked if I wanted to go eat somewhere. I accepted nervously. We met at the local Arbie's and spent a good fifteen minutes trying to fill the silence. But finally the bomb dropped. "I think," Dan said slowly, "that it would be healthy if we saw other people." ("It's not healthy if I go jump off a bridge," I thought.) "For the last two months, doing things with you has been more of an obligation than something I wanted to do," he added. (I'd only been home for two and a half months.) "It's hard--you say you think about me during the day, but I really haven't thought about you much at all," he said. Well, that was it. I left in a state of semi-comatosis, came home and went to bed. Over the next few days, I only got out of bed to go to class, check my e-mail, and perform necessary body functions. It wasn't until a few days later that I got the idea: I'd spent a lot of time, while waiting for him during that silent two-week period, working on my homepage. So why not make a homepage about the end of our relationship? It couldn't hurt anything. Goodness knows I'd written enough. And it'd give me something to do. So here we are. I've tried to keep everything pretty much intact. Names have been changed, of course, to protect the innocent, but if there were spelling errors or gaping grammatical flaws, tough cookies. I had enough work putting little paragraph breaks after every stop. I hope that gives you a little bit of background information. As time goes on, I'll see if I can fill in any other holes I may have missed. In the meantime, enjoy. Update: three months later: For those of you dying to know what happened next in the Dan/me saga, well...There's nothing to tell. I'm sorry. He has called exactly once, to tell me he was bringing over my fridge, and I have talked to him exactly three times, while I was returning some of his stuff after church, when he brought over my fridge, and after a basketball game over Christmas break. If he was serious about wanting to be "friends", he's definitely a distant one--I couldn't have talked to him more than seven minutes, total. There you are. |