I drank a bottle of wine and told him how I feel, and now I’m both instantaneously regretful and liberated. I feel like I can finally mourn the loss of our relationship and not keep clinging to a false hope that inevitably just makes me feel weak. Sometimes people need a kick in the ass to change what they don’t like about their life, and sometimes a bottle of 2011 merlot can be that catalyst. I hope that tomorrow I can still see things in this (albeit hazy) light.
