It’s Time to Break Up with The Breakup

That lethargic, tedious ache — scarring up a little more every day.

Another looming birthday, another failed relationship; or rather, another bucket of ice water over the head, realizing I had settled into old destructive patterns yet again, with a new asshole. Another round of “damn, those were some red flags I ignored, I can’t believe I tolerated that for so long.” A new person to be angry at for false promises and disappointment. That familiar midnight panic “I need to run five miles every day starting tomorrow to get my revenge bod, or maybe I can do some sit…