Victory!

I made it past day one. The day of tears and ripped heart valves.

For the first time in four years I went out as a single female. I felt it was premature because the breakup had literally just happened, but I realized that it was not going to do me any good to sit around and cry all night. The point of this breakup is for me to find myself and become a stronger, more stable person and wallowing in self pity is not going to help that.

I'm glad I went out. I had a really fun time. More fun that I would have had if I wasn't "single" because for the first time in years I didn't feel guilty for it.

Now on to day two...