The break up.

Everybody talks about them, people write songs about them, you can even watch them happen at the pictures. However, nobody can really understand the emotional torment of one until they actually endure one. Commence a long mental thought commentary of my curly existence post breakup.

So,
Everyone is all excited about getting together. There's excitement, you make nicknames about them to your friends like 'red jumper boy' or 'Harley' if he owns a motorbike. Harly was mine. Soon shortened to Harlz and that name stuck. That name stuck for a whole year of my life.

It's weird, the break up. At first there is the thought process when you're still together, the constant arguments, the ways of the other person that you don't agree with. So then you decide the only thing to do is break up. You've broken up once. You then got back together. Even went on a boat trip in the lakes with them and still, it's just not working. So then you have to explain to the other person your thoughts on the situation. 'What are you thinking?' - the dreaded question. But I find that everyone takes pity on the one who has been broken up with. Maybe Adele deserved to be dumped. Maybe she was a winger, a jealous type, a 'are you really going to wear that?' kind of human. But you feel sorry for her, well what about the breaker-up-ers? It's still god damn hard for us too. Yes it was our choice. Yes we wanted this to come to an end but, returning to a cold flat, a cold bed, the mental torture of 'did I do the right thing?' is horrific.

Now you have to endure the whole 'well you have my stuff so I need to come over and get it back'. So you have to see them. You have to see the person whose heart you broke. Who's future plans you destroyed and who's going to be there, looking as lovely as ever. And so the mental torture continues. But you know that this is the right decision, for you both, in the long run. Even though it sucks big time now. We have to persevere because otherwise, you will end up in an on going game of indecision and regret.

It's 6 days after we broke up. I've been flitting between listening to Destiny's child, Adele and Taylor swift.
Today is the 6th day and I've gone for Jay-z. Just to mix it up a bit. '99 problem but a bitch aint one.' etc

Good luck to all you break-er-uppers. It's shit.