You know those huge coffee mugs? I need one of those. I feel like it'll make me very, very happy. More happy than is required.
H has not been mentioned in a long, long time. Properly mentioned. There was a blip of him in the last post, because he was going to be one of the things I would remember since I left Lahore. And now it's happened. Done. Finito. We aren't together anymore.
For anyone who is reading this and is either going through a breakup themselves, or now somebody who is, please do not underestimate their struggle and their whining. I cannot believe how many friends I have, to talk to about this and be a bitch and whine and they all hear me out. What did I do to deserve this, I wonder.
With time, I'm guessing it'll be more and more discussed in this space, but for now suffice it to say that I still believe I made the right decision and the fact of the matter has not penetrated fully yet. Oh, and I did the actual breaking up, and he agreed. He likes to think it was a mutual decision, but it wasn't. I made it. He went along with it, though.
Taking life, and steps, one at a time now. USMLE, four months to go. Let's kick some residency ass.
