It’s one of those ‘Oh, coffee, I love you most of all’ kind of mornings, so I will be brief; I’m tired of people who stay in (or, worse, return to) shitty relationships, sometimes with alcoholics or abusive scumbags, sometimes just because things ain’t working due to ordinary compatibility issues, complaining to all and sundry on a daily basis. If things are bad, why stay? Is being miserable every day with someone really better than being alone without them? Obviously, things can be worked on and worked out, but it’s a give-take thing. If you’re propping everything up, you’ll be exhausted and resentful. If your partner is a jerk and a bastard, your staying is validation of that behaviour and perpetuates douchebaggery even more. The world does not need more assholes*.
I know that broken hearts are difficult, believe me I’ve been there, but you can’t make anyone else happy unless you are happy, nor are you responsible for anyone’s happiness but your own (and your progeny, at least when they are very small).
It’s weird how overtiredness can turn me into Oprah. And how much I love not having to answer to anyone when I go for my (now seemingly weekly) bike ride to get a cupcake and a beer.
Here’s a kid who is afraid of dinosaurs.
(* I probably should have used a different word here. My aunt once called a relative an asshole, and my mother corrected her to say “He’s not an asshole. Assholes have a use.” She was right.)