A year ago today, I came home from work and my life changed drastically and unexpectedly. My boyfriend of almost a decade ended our relationship.
And I was finally free. I knew I was unhappy, but I couldn’t figure out (or at least I couldn’t admit) why. And he–us–was the reason.
My life has changed in so many wonderful ways since that night. I’m truly the happiest and healthiest I’ve ever been. For the first time in my life I’ve been able to live on my own terms. I eat what I want, and when, and how. I run and workout when and how I want. I have no one else to consider when I make decisions. No one to answer to (besides the cat). It’s truly MY life. Parts of me I thought were dead have reawakened. I’ve done things that I never imagined. I have plans and goals and dreams again. I feel alive.
I’ve moved to a new city. Found a job, a place to live. Lost 40 pounds. Made some new friends. Run hundreds of miles. Made some mistakes. Fixed them. Tried again. Gone on a few dates. Things aren’t perfect, but they’re really, really good. Better than I ever imagined.