Let me give you a little bit of background on my personal case. Prior to my breakup, my ex and I had been together for over five years. Quite a long time, right? And you would probably guess that we were married. Well, no. We were not. At least engaged? Not at all. This is one of the main things that bothered me. However, let me go even further back.
He and I met at a work conference. By that time, we were working in two different companies that were to form a merger. So, we kind of became colleagues. Our offices were right next to each other and after one thing led to another, we were soon dating. Thankfully, our management was quite liberal about it and, since our relationship did not affect the way we performed our duties at the workplace, we had no problems about it.
The first two years were great. Absolutely great. He was really affectionate and was not afraid to show his affection to me wherever we went. Needless to say, that made me feel quite special. I was happy, really. We went places together, did things together. Long story short – we loved each other and were having lots of fun. However, I was expecting some sort of an 'offer' to take things to another level. Maybe start living together or something. He owned an apartment while I was renting one. So I was hoping for an 'invitation' for me to move in with him. Alas, there were no signs of that happening and I didn't want to force things.
During the fourth year, things started changing for the worse. We were seeing less and less of each other. Probably if it weren't for the office, we would see each other not more than twice a week. I started feeling less and less needed. However, when we were together, we were still having a good time. This was really puzzling to me. But I felt that our relationship was simply going nowhere slow. We went to the same places, did the same things... He became less affectionate. Up to the point where I caught myself thinking: “Do we even still love each other?”
Four years passed. Things were the same they were four years earlier. Minus the feelings. The feelings were not the same. We were turning into regular friends that see each other from time to time. The love was gone and we were together only because we were use to one another. Still, whenever we were together, I felt safe. It was getting more and more difficult for me to decide what to do. I saw no future for the both of us and he didn't seem to mind running in a circle for five years. As if I was the only one that cared about that relationship, while all he wanted to do is to go to work, hang around at home and occasionally 'go on a date with me'.
I was afraid to start life anew. How are we supposed to go on working together after having been in a relationship for five years? I fear changes, but at that exact moment, I was certain that change was what I needed. It was then when I realized that I need to be courageous. Courage was what I needed in order to be able to put things to an end. And so I did. I broke up with him and left my job. If I was to be courageous, I wanted to go all the way. Moving to a different city was a good addition to my new life.
Currently, I am single, but enjoying life to the fullest. A big contribution for that has my personal courage. So, for me courage really is to have the strength to start life anew whenever you are not fully satisfied with your current state. I did it, so you can do it too.
Bio: Amber Collins is a professional freelance writer and dedicated Feng Shui practicioner. Her story of pursuing her own happiness and making important decisions will inspire you. Her present article is dedicated on finding the true meaning behind the words courage and happiness!
Disclosure: Amber Collins has written this article on the behalf of Nurthumberland Heath Removals Company as a free of charge sponsored post.
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