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Today I stood in the shower and let the water wash over me. It poured over my head and down my cheeks, and my vision blurred from running bathwater as though I was crying. I leaned my forehead against the shower stall and felt defeated. In three hours, my girlfriend is going to get off a plane, drive home and explain to me the issues she's worked out in her life while she was away visiting her mother. She's going to tell me the changes she needs to make so she can feel...happier? Productive? I'm not sure. From the tenor of our most recent emails, I suspect this profound change she needs to make does not include me.
We've dated for eight months, and I can say without hyperbole that it has been the happiest time of my life. I know that during this time she has struggled with finding a career after college, with sexism on the job, and with loneliness as her closest family members in town moved far away. Through it all I have been supportive, encouraging her to do what's best for herself, encouraging her to take action. I am feeling a sense of bitter irony as our meeting today approaches.
I have been suspecting that something was wrong for several days as her communication went from loving to perfunctory. Last night, in an email, she confirmed my suspicion - when she returned, we needed to have a talk. I love my girlfriend. I'm frightened.
T-minus 3 hours and counting.
We've dated for eight months, and I can say without hyperbole that it has been the happiest time of my life. I know that during this time she has struggled with finding a career after college, with sexism on the job, and with loneliness as her closest family members in town moved far away. Through it all I have been supportive, encouraging her to do what's best for herself, encouraging her to take action. I am feeling a sense of bitter irony as our meeting today approaches.
I have been suspecting that something was wrong for several days as her communication went from loving to perfunctory. Last night, in an email, she confirmed my suspicion - when she returned, we needed to have a talk. I love my girlfriend. I'm frightened.
T-minus 3 hours and counting.
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