{"id":1016,"date":"2017-01-19T06:37:34","date_gmt":"2017-01-19T14:37:34","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/angryweasel.com\/blog\/?p=1016"},"modified":"2021-01-27T20:50:57","modified_gmt":"2021-01-28T04:50:57","slug":"the-breakup","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/angryweasel.com\/blog\/the-breakup\/","title":{"rendered":"The Breakup"},"content":{"rendered":"

This one goes out to the one I love. This one goes out to the one I left behind
\n-REM<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Relationships are both challenging and rewarding. As adults, we\u2019ve all gone through dozens of relationships \u2013 some short, some long, some very<\/em> long. They all have their ups and downs; their ebbs and flows; and their joy and pain. This is an open letter reflecting on the longest relationship I\u2019ve ever had.<\/p>\n

It’s been over 20 years (22, actually) since we first crossed paths. In the early days, I was so excited to be with you. I knew of you, of course, long before our paths crossed – but couldn’t believe we were together – you were completely<\/span>\u00a0<\/em>out of my league. There was no reason someone like you and someone like me should have been together. But it worked for both of us. I think it worked better than either of us thought it would. For many reasons, you brought out the best in me. In some ways, you still do.<\/p>\n

We both grew a lot in those early years. I gave you everything I had, and you were there to support me and grow with me. I was proud and excited to be your partner.<\/p>\n

As with most relationships, there were challenges from time to time. I was mad at you sometimes – other times even livid. Sometimes I didn\u2019t respect your decisions \u2013 sometimes I don\u2019t feel like you respected mine \u2013 but as we grew older together, we both began to change and grow – but I guess that\u2019s normal in any relationship.<\/p>\n

The problem is that we\u2019ve been growing in different directions for many years now. I give you full credit for the effort you\u2019ve put into changing and growing these past few years, but for me, it\u2019s just not fast enough. I know you want to change, but I feel like you just have too much baggage from your history to ever change enough where I can be happy with you. I want to race through life like a cheetah – and while you’re no longer the tortoise you were for much of our relationship, in your best moments, you’re still just a bear lumbering through the forest.<\/p>\n

I need more.<\/p>\n

What’s happening now isn’t your fault \u2013 and it\u2019s not mine either. We grew in different directions, and now it\u2019s just too much for us to recover. At least it’s too much for me.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been thinking of leaving for at least five years. It\u2019s been easy to stay \u2013 you\u2019re comfortable, and I feel safe with you.<\/p>\n

But I\u2019m not happy. I need more \u2013 I need to be challenged more; I need to grow more; I need to be around those who won’t be afraid to take risks and fail with me as I learn.<\/p>\n

I took some time over the last year or so to try even harder to make-it-work. In the end, I just don\u2019t feel like I’m getting the same from you of what I put into this relationship. I don\u2019t feel like you truly care about me and value the things I bring to the table.<\/p>\n

It\u2019s just not working.<\/p>\n

Could I have tried harder \u2013 of course. Would trying differently<\/em> have made a difference \u2013 likely… but in the end, there are just too many incompatibilities for me to get over. It\u2019s sad and scary, but I need to move on. I need to give myself a chance to have a life without you and see if I\u2019m up for the challenge.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ll miss you. I appreciate everything you\u2019ve done for me, but our time is over. It’s time for me to move on and see what I can do without you.<\/p>\n

My last day at Microsoft – the company where I’ve spent the last 22 years, is\u00a0Friday, January 20.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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