I’m okay.
My toe is broken, Mike and I just said goodbye to our relationship and had our last kiss at an intersection before we parted ways on our bikes about 20 minutes ago, and the body shop, which is now closed until Monday, still hasn’t called me with an official estimate on Kermit, nor has the insurance company given me any word on what’s up.
But I’m okay. I had lots of time to adjust to the idea of being single and to sob into Mike’s shoulder, which may or may not have been more painful, but ended up being much healthier for both of us. I mean, I’m still tearing up a little right now thinking about it but I think I managed to make it all the way to the “acceptance” stage of grieving while I still had him around. I also think doing it this way will make it easier to be friends, and sooner. I’m going to take Indie to the dog park at least one last time once I get the car situation worked out, and promised Mike I would show him my new car if I get one, and tell him what grades I got when I finally get them, as he’s been pestering me to check and see if I got them for weeks. And I’ll probably get him to hook me up with friends of his who can give me or help me find a good deal on a used car if fixing Kermit doesn’t make any sense financially. I think by the time it’s bass fishing season at Reimer’s Ranch (early March) we should be able to hang out without it being too emotionally difficult. I hope so anyway.
And I just got an e-mail saying I made it onto the exec board of Law Students for Reproductive Justice, which will be great for me for networking and my resume, along with being something I am interested in and dedicated to. Hopefully that will make up for any difference in what my grades are (still haven’t gotten most of them) and what they might have been if I hadn’t gotten so sick during exams when it comes to getting hired.
So now I’m going to stop wallowing and start getting stuff done. Clean my disaster of an apartment (I’ve kind of been letting things go this last week), do laundry, send out resumes and cover letters, do the assignments I’ve already gotten for next semester. By the time classes start on Tuesday, I plan to have my shit together.
Everything’s okay.
