In May I graduated college with my bachelor's degree.
In June I moved fourteen hours away to move in with my long distance partner of three years.
In July I got a job with my degree! I was so excited, especially because I was told I couldn't do it.
In August I felt so grateful for everything I had been given.
In September I turned 22, moved into a new apartment with my partner, totalled my car, and lost my grandpa, who passed away unexpectedly in his sleep.
In October I attended his memorial and juggled the insurance company phone calls while trying to keep up with new responsibilities at my job.
In November I felt a distance growing between my partner and I, and a dissatisfaction with how life had become.
In December I spent every day wondering what was wrong and trying to communicate with someone who kept shutting me out.
In January I discovered he started cheating on me around the time my grandpa passed away--while I invested all this energy into trying to cultivate a sense of home for us during this difficult time.
This is where I am now.
This is adult life. If it’s not one thing, it’s the fucking other. I remember feeling she’ll shocked after I graduated with my first degree. Life comes at you pretty fast. I’m sorry for your poor Grandpa, bless him. Your partner can fuck all the way off. Keep moving, life will be up and down, but you’ve got lots of good stuff coming your way. X