I have officially lived an entire week without the consumption of Dr. Pepper (or any other soda for that matter, with the exception of a small cup of punch that was half Sprite). Yes, it had to happen. None of this "let's take a break" or "give each other some space" bull-hockey. I ended it for good and, trust me, it's for the best. I shan't deny that it hurts, but not nearly as bad as I thought it would, honestly, which I find both sad and comforting. Made me realize I just didn't love him like I thought I did. Even so, the danger is still there. It still will probably take the passing of a few months before we can casually meet again without me getting pulled right back in by his charms.
This has been among the hardest of the steps I've taken recently to better care for myself, and I'm feeling rather empowered by it. But now, to bed, for good sleep is also necessary, and I've already brought tonight's amount down to 6.5 hours at best.
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Realistically Speaking,
- Erica Grubaugh
- My name is Erica and I think too much...or maybe not enough. Or maybe I think too much but don't remember what I've thought so I could blog about it later. I really need to start carrying a notebook with me. Who knows what kind of money I could make with the craziness that happens in my head?
2 comments:
I'm super impressed. The longest I've gone without the sweetness of the Doctor is 2 months. Go Erica! =)
Thanks! There was once a time when I would only allow it on the night before a music history test, but the day I first started working at Mellers, it all went downhill.
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