I Remember My First Painful Breakup [Painful Breakups]

Pretty sure this breakup is getting harder and harder. I’ve been trying not acknowledge it for a very long time now. Two years on and I can’t stop myself from checking up on how she’s doing through Instagram. It’s like a ritual I do before going to sleep and then again when I wake up.

I can live knowing we won’t be together, what hurts the most is that there’s no more communication at all. I miss her company. Her goofy laugh. Her wittiness. Her daughter. My little family. Sigh.

She’s doing great though. Me? Not so much.