Making Up is Hard to Do

Its so true: breaking up is hard to do, but what about making up? Aside from the sex, isn't it just as difficult to sit down and hammer out what went wrong, who did what, how it can't happen again? There's so many damn compromises in a relationship that even the harmonious reunion, after a fight, is work. These past few days I've pondered, several times, the lovely ways I'd like to rip my boyfriend's face from his head. Though the pang of remorse set in a few times, I was mostly relishing in how refreshing it would be to let out some of the aggression I feel he was at fault for. Emotional you say? Yeah, a little, but are you really gonna sit there and judge me, I mean like you haven't wanted to take a sledgehammer to the knee caps of a loved one? Puh-lease!

I found that even after making up, there was still a residue of hurt and resentment that I felt from earlier. And as much as he tried, and I tried, I was still not ready to move on and forgive. On a positive note, I didn't physically abuse him (this time), but I did decide to get over myself and move on for the sake of my sanity. So we hugged, kissed, and smiled into each other's faces. He told me he was getting back to work, and I nodded understandingly and pat his butt on the way out. Though I left him with the sweet girlfriend image in his mind, I was internally rolling my eyes and giving him the finger.

Ah, ain't love grand . . .