New Year’s Eve 2009 found me sprawled across my bed and sobbing.
I’d been hoping against a cure for a romantic brand new year’s invite from my buddy Shea, who I’d been crushing on since university. I experienced invested the whole afternoon going out and chatting with him during the club where he worked, thinking possibly, just possibly, this could be the afternoon he unveiled which he felt the same way about me.
Therefore I spent the evening alone, crying, and wrestling once more with all the heartbreak to be refused by a person who liked me – a whole lot – although not the way in which i needed them to.
I became in my own belated twenties at this time, and also this ended up being an unhappily familiar feeling. For my teenagers & most of my twenties, my standard intimate situation had been “I’m in love with my buddy, and they’re probably/definitely maybe maybe perhaps not interested. Continue reading