It's been just over a year now since the beginning of my 3 month break up, and in just under 2 months will be the one year mark from the official "end". At the time I didn't think it would ever end, the hurt, the confusion, the general misery of the situation. Now, I'm doing pretty good, I still think about him and I sometimes still even miss him, but I have moved on, I know and have accepted that it's over, and I'm OK with that. I know that I am no longer in love with him, and I know that all of this has it's purpose, I don't yet know why all of it happened the way it did, but I'm hopeful that someday it will all make sense.
Having come as far as I have, I wish that I could say that I am no longer bitter or angry at the way things happened, but I can't. I also wish that I could say I wish I had never met him, that knowing him for the time that I did was a waste of time and energy, but I can't. Even though he turned out to be one of the biggest jerks I've ever met, the time I spent with him taught me so much. I am a different person now than I was, I believe all for the better, and it's because of what the time I was with him. Part of me resents this, but part of me is exceptionally grateful. OK, more of me resents this, but I'm hoping that someday that will change too.

