I don’t hate men, I’m not afraid to start dating, and I feel pretty confident that love is out there and eventually I’ll find it again. Considering it’s called a breakup, I don't feel very broken. I’m actually kind of relieved to not have to worry about it anymore.
That’s not to say Alex is a bad person. He’s actually a really good person, and that doesn’t change just because we broke up. I’m still fond of him and I’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for him and our time together. But I do not want to get back together. Far from it.
As far as the blog is concerned, my mother always said, “If you have nothing nice to say, don’t say anything at all.” So rather than complain about Alex and his shortcomings, I try to focus on what it's like to trade in “we” for “me.” I’m still adjusting to an Alex-free life, trying to figure out what our relationship will mean for my future relationships. “Over him” is a relative term that I haven’t really defined for myself yet. But even though I’m unsure of when I’ll be “over him,” it’s safe to say I’m happy without him.