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The one with the three year delay in letting you know

Social media is a strange place. We know this. I'm not telling you anything new. And while some of you think I live my entire life online, that's actually not the truth. There are a LOT of pieces of me that stay offline.

Three years ago I was getting through the biggest heartache/breakup I'd experienced to that point. And most of you never knew I'd even had a boyfriend to cause such heartache. Because I'd kept that offline. I never posted about my boyfriend on social media. Sure, my close friends knew about him, but outside of that, it was a part of my life I'd kept offline. I WANTED to share about him-- and was trying to decide the right time to share-- but it fell apart before I got the chance. 

And then I found myself processing heartbreak offline as well. How could I talk about the heartache I was processing when I'd never even told anyone online there was a boyfriend to begin with?

My close friends who knew the details showed up in a really big way-- to the tune of flights to be with my people, flowers, lululemon leggings that give the 'hugged' feeling, texts, food, wine deliveries... all the things. 

But heartache. Man. It was a STRUGGLE. It wasn't quick. It wasn't easy. But I got through it. Eventually. A friend sent a card in the mail with this quote: The love of your life is going to be really happy this breakup happened. 

And while it didn't ease the pain, it reminded me to look forward. Because in the midst of pain, we can only see right in front of us. 

I was reminded of this card that I received three years ago today. It's fitting. Maybe someone else needs the reminder to look forward today. It won't be easy. It won't be quick. And most certainly won't be pain-free. But some day--- we'll get past it. 



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