April 20, 2010

We were a sinking ship from the second we laid eyes on each other. We started out as foolish teenagers, and transitioned into love-sick adults. Neither of us had the ability or willpower to move beyond the physical side of our relationship. He was a lonely teenage boy that latched onto the first girl to pay him attention, and I was a girl with some low self-esteem. We were a match made in heaven. If your heaven liked to watch people fall apart and to the floor.

Our fights were never short nor simple and they were surely never solved. I needed to talk things out, and he would have no such thing. Problems were to be ignored and shoved to the back of the proverbial closet. In my experience discussion and communication were the cornerstones of lasting healthy relationships.

Two years after our first day as a couple and we've been seriously broken up for a little over a month. We don't talk a whole lot, and it hurts. Most days I regret the amount of time I put into the relationship. Though I look at my life and wonder what else I could have possibly done with that time that would have been more productive. I don't necessarily regret having met him, or agreeing to be his girlfriend. Just the extent of time that I spent being his "girlfriend".

-Ashley.