I thought I was dealing quite well with the breakup quite well. I started going out with co-workers and a high school friend that moved to town. I even started dating and was juggling as many as three different guys. I've narrowed the 3 down to just one and have been dating just him for the past few months. The new guy, Q, is a great guy. He brings me flowers, he enjoys going to see Broadway shows, he loves going out and having a good time. He's got a good job and goals set for himself. He opens the door for me, he even manages to tolerate my nutty best friend. My co-workers, family, friends, all love him and tell me what a good match he is for me. Did I mention that he's incredibly gorgeous? I mentally agree with said co-workers, family, and friends. I KNOW in my head, but for some reason my heart just won't listen.

Forgive me Father, for I have sinned. I've been a very bad blogger....

Not blogging, however is a GOOD thing for me. I learned that I tend to blog the most when I'm sad, lonely, or depressed. I don't know if the way that I am is typical of most "only" children or just me, but I have a bad habit of isolating myself when something is bothering me. I'm so used to being alone that I don't know how to turn to other people when I'm stressed or overwhelmed with life. I build my own sort of cocoon and only express myself via my blog(s).