The last rose of the relationship.

The Boyf is now ex-boyfriend and perhaps I’ve had better Halloweens.

It is weird and maybe a little amusing that our conversation included how we were going to handle changing our relationship status on Facebook. I opted out of posting the change to my News Feed, which saved me a whole lot of “hugs”, “hang in there”s and “oh nooooo!!!! what happened?????”

Thanks but no thanks. I’d prefer to put back on the single skin without a lot of fanfare — fanfare composed of sympathetic clucking or (worse) “you’re better off”-style shows of support.

It’s over, it makes total sense, we’re all grownups here. Not to say that I’m not experiencing that singular feeling one feels during a breakup — that ache that is a cringe, a sob, and a shiver of what appears to be relief, all at once.

2013: The year of excruciating hard work, from very beginning to the bitter end!©