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Story: Break Me
Jackson left that same night. His bags were already packed. It didn't seem to hurt him none to be calling it quits on our two-year relationship. I acted like it didn't bother me either. I smiled as he draped the two large duffel bags over his shoulders. I made it seem as if I agreed with him.
Absolutely. Breaking up is the best thing for us.
Of course, I loved the idea of wasting years of my life.
With a sigh I walked into my slightly masculine living room. I changed my decor to make it more comfortable for Jackson, I'm not looking to take on the beast of doing any more redecorating.
My eyes scan over the large screen TV that's mounted on my wall. I could turn it on, maybe lose myself in an episode or two of some mindless streaming show. I heardSeverancewas good. I'd been looking forward to getting started watching that.
Back when Jackson was here. It was on our lists of shows to start watching.
I roll my eyes as the thought crosses my mind. Nope. I won't be doing that.
It seems like everywhere I look there's just another reminder of the life that I'm no longer part of. Memories of Jackson and what we were supposed to be. I hate it.
I've still got two years on my lease in this apartment, and I don't know how I'm going to get through it. I need some time away. Some time to try to forget all the memories here.
With an inkling of a new plan, I walk to the back room that we used as Jackson's gaming room and turn on the computer. If he could use it to spend hours of the day gaming I'm sure it'll be just fine with a bit of web browsing.
Who knows, maybe this time tomorrow I can be on a plane to somewhere exotic like Ecuador or Brazil. I did want to do some traveling. Now I have nothing but time to do just that.
Yes, this sounds like a perfect idea. Some traveling. Eat, Pray, Love style. Maybe I'll even find a part of myself I didn't know existed. I mean, that's how it happens in all the movies right.The woman goes through some serious heartbreak. She travels to some far off place, and then a prince falls in her lap.
If that's not the recipe, then Hallmark has seriously gotten it all wrong for years.
I wait for the ridiculously high tech computer to start up. It honestly sounds more like an airplane getting ready to lift off from the ground than a simple computer. Finally when I get to the search screen I dive in. I'm grateful for the distraction. I can finally do something for just me. Find a place I'd like and not have to worry about how it would affect anyone else. I don't have to worry about what outfits to bring or if there are any fun excursions.
This is all just for me.
I deserve something like this.
Right?
I mean, I'm sure all Jackson said can't be true. I'm not really too much for anyone to handle. I'm not that needy or clingy. Not that helpless.
Am I?
What I thought would be a quick search turned into hours upon hours of research.
Research that turned out to be more and more of a bad idea.
Who knew that kidnapping was rampant in Brazil, especially for single women traveling alone, or pretty much anywhere for that matter? With every place I searched when I did a deep dive about the area of the resort or hotel, there were articles upon articles of crimes that were being committed.
It would be just my luck that I go to one of these places trying to find myself, only to be truly lost at the hands of some mad man.
Yeah, taking a trip alone isn't sounding as glorious as I was thinking it would be. At least not out of the country.
Still, I refuse to give up hope. There has to be somewhere I can go. Some place I can just be while I try to get over this. Someplace to heal.
The rabbit hole that is the internet sucked me in for a few more hours. I went from looking at vacation spots to wellness retreats to sexual awakening clubs and finally found myself looking through sites that offer alone time in the wilderness.
I've never been a wilderness kind of girl, but maybe that can change in the right rental.
'The correction you think you need.'
The headline screamed at me as my tired eyes took in site after site on the search page. Before I knew it my finger had stopped scrolling.
Correction? Do I need to be corrected?
Absolutely. Breaking up is the best thing for us.
Of course, I loved the idea of wasting years of my life.
With a sigh I walked into my slightly masculine living room. I changed my decor to make it more comfortable for Jackson, I'm not looking to take on the beast of doing any more redecorating.
My eyes scan over the large screen TV that's mounted on my wall. I could turn it on, maybe lose myself in an episode or two of some mindless streaming show. I heardSeverancewas good. I'd been looking forward to getting started watching that.
Back when Jackson was here. It was on our lists of shows to start watching.
I roll my eyes as the thought crosses my mind. Nope. I won't be doing that.
It seems like everywhere I look there's just another reminder of the life that I'm no longer part of. Memories of Jackson and what we were supposed to be. I hate it.
I've still got two years on my lease in this apartment, and I don't know how I'm going to get through it. I need some time away. Some time to try to forget all the memories here.
With an inkling of a new plan, I walk to the back room that we used as Jackson's gaming room and turn on the computer. If he could use it to spend hours of the day gaming I'm sure it'll be just fine with a bit of web browsing.
Who knows, maybe this time tomorrow I can be on a plane to somewhere exotic like Ecuador or Brazil. I did want to do some traveling. Now I have nothing but time to do just that.
Yes, this sounds like a perfect idea. Some traveling. Eat, Pray, Love style. Maybe I'll even find a part of myself I didn't know existed. I mean, that's how it happens in all the movies right.The woman goes through some serious heartbreak. She travels to some far off place, and then a prince falls in her lap.
If that's not the recipe, then Hallmark has seriously gotten it all wrong for years.
I wait for the ridiculously high tech computer to start up. It honestly sounds more like an airplane getting ready to lift off from the ground than a simple computer. Finally when I get to the search screen I dive in. I'm grateful for the distraction. I can finally do something for just me. Find a place I'd like and not have to worry about how it would affect anyone else. I don't have to worry about what outfits to bring or if there are any fun excursions.
This is all just for me.
I deserve something like this.
Right?
I mean, I'm sure all Jackson said can't be true. I'm not really too much for anyone to handle. I'm not that needy or clingy. Not that helpless.
Am I?
What I thought would be a quick search turned into hours upon hours of research.
Research that turned out to be more and more of a bad idea.
Who knew that kidnapping was rampant in Brazil, especially for single women traveling alone, or pretty much anywhere for that matter? With every place I searched when I did a deep dive about the area of the resort or hotel, there were articles upon articles of crimes that were being committed.
It would be just my luck that I go to one of these places trying to find myself, only to be truly lost at the hands of some mad man.
Yeah, taking a trip alone isn't sounding as glorious as I was thinking it would be. At least not out of the country.
Still, I refuse to give up hope. There has to be somewhere I can go. Some place I can just be while I try to get over this. Someplace to heal.
The rabbit hole that is the internet sucked me in for a few more hours. I went from looking at vacation spots to wellness retreats to sexual awakening clubs and finally found myself looking through sites that offer alone time in the wilderness.
I've never been a wilderness kind of girl, but maybe that can change in the right rental.
'The correction you think you need.'
The headline screamed at me as my tired eyes took in site after site on the search page. Before I knew it my finger had stopped scrolling.
Correction? Do I need to be corrected?