Yesterday I spent the whole evening thinking about my assignment. I can’t say what exactly will happen in a year, but I want to assume the development from separation to a year.
I often visit his house, I feel comfortable and good there. Sometimes, sitting with him, I think that it will be quite difficult if I do not have the opportunity to be here again. Sometimes I think the same thing when we fall asleep. At night, not the most pleasant thoughts about our separation constantly come. In general, all people disagree sooner or later, I think this is inevitable. At first, of course, it will be difficult for me, because I am too accustomed to this way of life: in the evenings, cook dinner, spend time together, chat, have sex. In the morning, shared breakfast and coffee. I understand perfectly well that this is probably the life of most people, and with another man I will do the same. I have a daughter. Due to the fact that I am stuck in this relationship, I devote little time to her. I want to spend more time with my boyfriend, I often give my daughter to my grandmother to go to him. When we are not together, I do not find a place for myself, I think about where he is and with whom, and therefore, again, I cannot distract myself from these thoughts with anything and I devote little time to my daughter, even when we are with her. After breaking up with my boyfriend, I think that my life, if it doesn’t get better, is certainly no worse. Having survived the breakup, suffered and suffered for a couple of months, I will get back on my feet and look at life around me. What's stopping me from doing this now? Dependence on him, on his mood, on his desire. Without him I will become more independent, but I want to get rid of this by staying with him. I cherish the hope that he will invite me and my daughter to live with him, we will be together and I will not need to leave the child with my grandmother every time to go to him and see him. I will pay attention to other men. Now I don’t do this, because again I’m tied to him. The other day another man confessed to me that he liked me and was very desirable to him, but the strange thing for me was that when I woke up in the morning, I felt guilty before my boyfriend, as if I had cheated on him. I can't understand where this feeling comes from. After a breakup, not much will actually change. I will also wake up in the morning, take my daughter to kindergarten, and go to work. In the evening, return home and cook dinner. Only now it’s all without him. Nothing more to say.
When I was still thinking about this essay, last night, I was worried, a couple of times even tears rolled down. In the morning I perceived these thoughts much calmer. While writing an essay, from time to time I clenched my hands into fists and unclenched them. I was fiddling with my lips, thinking about how to write. Hands shake slightly.