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Seems Breakin’ Up Was Easier in the ’90s

It looks like you’re gettin’ over me,

faster than I’m gettin’ over you.

But hey, what you gonna do?

I’m sick of sittin’ in my brain,

sighin’ at my phone. 📱

Wishin’ I was somewhere I can’t be alone.

Try to let you go, but somethin’ always reminds me

Seems breakin’ up was easier in the ’90s.

I’m tired of gettin’ tired, tired of bein’ me.

Tired of makin’ excuses about how I wanna be.

You’re everywhere, everywhere but behind me.

Seems breakin’ up was easier in the ’90s.

Back then, I could’ve convinced myself

it was you and not me,

though I said it the other way round;

love lost and found.

Could have made myself believe,

I loved you, just wasn’t in love with you 💌

(realistically, it’s you and me?).

Just the thought of it makes me blue

Didn’t know then I couldn’t have

the bandwidth to deal with life

stress keeps cuttin’ at me

with an jagged online knife 🔪

Tryin’ to let you go, but somethin’ always reminds me

Seems breakin’ up was easier in the ’90s.

I’m tired of gettin’ tired, tired of bein’ me.

Tired of seein’ pictures in my brain, 🧠

I don’t wanna see.

You’re everywhere, everywhere but behind me

Seems breakin’ up was easier in the ’90s.

Modern love leads to modern hearts breakin’ 💔

Leads to a whole lot of social media fakin‘.

You’re everywhere, everywhere but behind me

Seems breakin’ up with myself with easier in the ’90s!

Thanks to Sam Hunt for the inspiration.

I’ve broken up with myself before, at least once or twice a decade, but it seems to get harder every decade. My most memorable break-ups were in the ’90s. It all seemed like a good idea then. 💡 No awkward, “It’s not you, it’s you” conversations. I was young and thought being in love with myself was more important that just loving myself, taking care of myself.

Every time I try to make it work, but we’ve grown apart. The relationship just isn’t working for me…and me. This time I find myself feeling resentment. I resent myself for getting in my way.

Maybe it was age. My stage in my journey. Or maybe it’s those darn rosy nostalgia goggles 🥽 and it just seems breakin’ up with easier in the ‘90s. Either way, I think it’s time to take our relationship to a previous level…

Sometimes you gotta stop reflecting (I’m turning into a mirror here 🪞) and take the BS by the horns; I’m doing a year of chronic change...

Step 1: Move. Done, but not terribly settled, though I’m cutting myself some slack on my (lack of) progress. I;ve been vividly reminded that Fibromyalgia is a thief. It steals your energy. -Pilfers your time. -Loots your stability. -Filches your confidence. -Snatches your pride. -Purloins your social life. -Robs you of your hopes and dreams. -Breaks and enters your life, tossing the place and adding chaos, fear, loss, and uncertainty to every moment of your day and night. Living with chronic conditions means you have to change your expectations, accommodate, modify, and most of all, adapt. I’m trying to be kind to myself.

And remind myself of all the good/great/amazing things I have as well. My family, friends, my blog/readers/fellow bloggers/authors https://yadadarcyyada.com/2021/05/21/how-i-met-your-author/, the ‘group’ I founded(?), “Chronic Not Hopeless” (all our Zoom activities are free, all are welcome, contact: chronicnothopeless@yahoo.com

https://yadadarcyyada.com/2021/01/30/chronic-not-hopeless/)…

Also, my happy places (on the page, in a screen, swimming in chocolate 🍫, chatting, laughing, in a cup of tea (or three). 🫖

Where else?

Happy on a gameboard or in the cards, among the trees 🌳, under the stars… ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐

And of course, the hopes and dreams the chronic suckage https://chronicnothopeless.ca/2021/01/17/chronic-suckage/ https://yadadarcyyada.com/2019/12/06/chronic-suckage/ hasn’t yet managed to rudely steal – writing a novel, learning to podcast, code, organizing (sorry, staying organized – oh I can organize, I can organize till the cows come home, it’s keeping the organization, that’s the kicker), getting better and so much more…        

Step 2: Break up with myself. I’ll start slow with the simple but elegant, “I just need some space”. Then add the tried and true, “It’s for the best” and of course, “You and I should stay friends”. 🤝

Follow up with the classic, “We’re both looking for different things” and “I’ve figured out, we’ll cover more ground if we split up”.

If tears flow, I’ll pivot to the gentler, “We’re at different stages in our lives” and pop in, “I really need to work on myself right now”.

If I want to add some levity to the tense break-up situation, I can toss in a cheeky, “Our relationship is like my financial status: broke” 💸; or “I feel like I’m moving into a tunnel cause we’re breaking up” 📵; and/or “They say one person’s trash is another one’s treasure, I hope you find a pirate to love you”. 🏴‍☠️

Still not there yet?

Who can go wrong with a classic Star Wars break-up line? “I think I should change my name to Han cause I need to do this Solo”.

End strong with, “You are going to make someone really happy someday”. The important thing is, be honest with myself, don’t sugar-coat it or ghost myself. 👻

Step 3: Rocky Road, Vodka Sangria, box of tissues, fluffy slippers, and emo movies…with “Say Something” playing softly in the background. Check. ✔️

Step 4: Write a blog post about it during my blog anniversary month – yes, I started emptying my brain into this blog in 2013!!! Wow! Thank you for joining me in the saga of my life! 🤗🤗🤗

Step 5: Write monthly update blog posts for the next year about my chronic change trip and other stuff that jumps into my brain. 🧠

Roses are red, 🥀

Violets are blue

You are dumped…

And so are you.

 

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36 thoughts on “Seems Breakin’ Up Was Easier in the ’90s

  1. Absolutely hysterical
    (organizing HAHA. …which ties neatly into “Emptying my brain into this blog”…the thing about that is sometimes, is the they more you empty by blogging…the more it fills up? Organizing and emptying not guaranteed with blogging HaHa.)
    Great post

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  2. You’re everywhere and nowhere baby, that’s where you’re at. Yet you’re never where I am, or at least not at the same time as me, your adoring public. I hate break-ups (I’ve had some beauties in the past) but I guess I knew this was coming since you don’t call anymore though I can quite see why you wouldn’t need more pain in your life. I will accept your decision if you’ll allow me to look in on you when you post. But know this, my life will be empty without you. As always I send you my love wrapped up in a Humongous Hug.

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    1. lol, oh David, you’re a tonic. 🙂
      I could never let you go, you bring smiles with every breath, every word. 🙂
      Thank you for being you, dear friend, thank you for being here and there and everywhere. 🙂
      Massive you’re welcome here anytime hugs xoxoxoxox

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  3. Donna, good to see you here! Wow, a deep topic. String something along is harder than breaking it up. Can be anything. Better to clear the mind, and empty it minute by minute. Stay well & happy. 🌺🎶 Christine

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  4. OMG! Having been divorced 3 times and dumped twice, I feel the pain in every word, and know the humor comes from the ashes of your despair.

    On a positive note…
    ….um….
    I’m trying to think of one.

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  5. Brilliant Donna.. it was easier then I believe because there was no relationship history littering the internet to come back to haunt you.. You could walk away or they could without soul bearing on Facebook etc.. But the hearbreak was the same and that never changes along with those special songs that suddenly seem to be played every five minutes on the radio. Some great strategies and into fluffy slippers, South Pacific and chocolate… losing Lieutenant Cable over and over was more heartbreaking often than the real thing….. ♥♥

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    1. Thank you so much, dear Sally for the lovely share and kind words.
      And you’re so right, breakin’ up was so much easier with social media. I’m in the best of company here and thank you again, you made my day. 🙂
      Hope this week is being good to you far and more and more each day. 🙂
      Big bloggy hugs xoxoxo

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    1. Thank you so very very much and hope this week is being good to you so far. 🙂
      Thank you for the support and yes, please stay cool, stay safe, stay connected and most of all, stay you!!!

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    1. Thank you so much, dear Sally for the lovely share and kind words.
      And you’re so right, breakin’ up was so much easier with social media. I’m in the best of company here and thank you again, you made my day. 🙂
      Hope this week is being good to you far and more and more each day. 🙂
      Big bloggy hugs xoxoxo

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    1. It really does seem like another lifetime, Debby, some good times and some really bad , bad times.
      I’ve been writing but then I reread and sigh, question myself, goto to work on that. 😉
      Giant hugs xoxoxo

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      1. Take your time Donna. You’re a wonderful writer. The only deadlines are self-imposed. Write your heart out and stop rereading/editing as you go. ❤

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