I finally moved on from my ex

We were over long before we broke up, but when we officially broke up it hurt like hell. It took me 6 long months to get over him but I finally did it.

THE BEGINNING OF MOVING ON

The first few weeks after the breakup were the easiest, surprisingly. We lived together, slept in the same bed, and saw each other all the time. After the breakup, it was like we didn’t break up at all. We still did all of the same things that we did before, we talked the same way that we did before. We went places like we did before. The only difference was that I couldn’t tell him I love him, which was honestly pretty hard and heart shattering when he did something adorable and all I wanted to do was look at him and tell him that I love him. Then it got hard, he started going out every night and not coming home. He started sleeping around and made it very obvious he has already moved on. At the beginning of September, I decided I needed to move out. I signed a lease for my own place and packed up all of my stuff and he helped me move everything over. He stayed with me for the first two nights, then I stayed with him at his place the next few nights, then I was right back where I was before. We were still broken up, and things were progressively getting worse. I found out that he had called off several times to go mess around with girls, then when he didn’t have any money for that reason, he’d ask me for some. Finally, in November I had enough.

I MOVED OUT FOR GOOD

The night I moved back into my apartment, I was miserable. For weeks, I turned to alcohol to drown out my feelings. I didn’t know how to live without him. I saw him every single day for over a year, not seeing him was weird. This time, I cut him off basically cold turkey. I was drinking every night, I couldn’t stand the pain and emptiness in my chest. I would wake up in the middle of the night to hold him, and he wouldn’t be there. I would go to watch a show that we would watch together, and I couldn’t because it made me think of him too much. Everything in the world made me think of this man. In December, we made contact again. It started with a text here and there. Then switched to a text daily, then more than twice a day. I realized I was getting caught back up in him again.

I BLOCKED HIM

I knew there was only one thing I could do to get over him once and for all. I blocked him. I blocked his Instagram, his Snapchat, and his Facebook. I didn’t however block his number because I am really close with his family so if something were to happen, I’d like to know and he knows that. It has been so much easier for me to have him blocked on everything. I stopped seeing him like my posts or viewing my stories on Snapchat. I stopped constantly checking up on his Instagram or Snapchat to see what he’s been doing, I stopped it all. That definitely has helped me heal in the process and finally get over it.

THE END RESULT

I no longer miss him or the relationship we once had. We had really good times and really bad times. I thought I would never get over him, I cried so many tears over him. It really did feel like the end of the world. Do I feel stupid now realizing that I thought I would never get over him? No, not at all. Breakups are really hard and they can take a lot out of a person. It might not feel like that for everyone or for both people in the relationship, but you can power through it. You just do it, you have to force yourself. You have to stop drinking or doing what you do to drown the pain and allow yourself to hurt to move on. You have to go through feelings of hating this person then missing them then hating them again. For me, I think that allowing myself to feel every bit of emotion I could helped me a lot. I think feeling the sadness and the hatred and the missing him and still loving him helped me get over him. I let it get to me and then I got over it.