7 Years of Being Single
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I broke up with my boyfriend in the summer of 2013. After enduring two years of lies, emotional abuse, and codependency, I moved out of our apartment and left it all — and him — behind.
I am coming up on seven years since that breakup, and it surprises me how long it has been. It’s mostly surprising because I have not had a boyfriend since. I’ve dated guys, but none past the three-month mark.
Throughout these seven years, I have learned a lot about dating, sex, and relationships. I’ve learned even more about myself.
I have learned that I am capable of building, by myself, an IKEA wardrobe and desk, a treadmill, and multiple bookshelves. I can also flip a queen-size mattress.
I have learned that there is beauty in going to brunch alone: sitting outside in the sun, eating crab cakes and eggs Benedict, and catching up on a month’s worth of magazine subscriptions is a moment of peace and luxury.
I have learned that traveling alone is scary, really hard, and sometimes boring, but there is so much bliss in being able to create my own itinerary. After every solo trip, I return with deep insight into my life and myself, feeling stronger, braver, and more confident.
I have learned that there is no limit to my strength. Even when times are hard, dull, or tragic, I know I have an immense ability to dig deeper within myself and find more strength, courage, and self-love.