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An honest ending

So there is no fun or easy way to say this. It's over between Jason and me. The past two weeks have been rough and after an honest talk yesterday, Jason decided that he didn't want to be in a relationship. There are of course more details in the situation, but given the public nature of this blog, I will leave those details out. I will say, I am really hurt. There isn't much more to say than that. To think that someone could know me and say they want to be with me. And then in a matter of days turn around and not want to be with me. It hurts, but I'm glad that we broke up now and not later. And really, I'm glad that we were honest with each other. I was honest about my expectations. And he was honest about not wanting to fulfill them.
So there you go.
I will be deciding what to do from here in the next few days. I'll let you know when I figure it out. Your prayers are appreciated.

(and while ex-boyfriend bashing is a great female tradition passed down through the ages, I am trying to stay away from it, so while I will be honest about how hurt and sad I am, I won't be going down that road and I ask you, my dear friends to refrain from it as well)

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rebecca said…
xoxo

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