Oh yeah, that for real happened. I went on my trip and got back just over a week ago. I don’t know if I mentioned that right before I went the guy who I was going to visit in the first place and that so harshly ended things a little over a week before I went then let me know a few days before I went that he had cheated on me. To which I told him he is a jerk and he replied that I was judging him harshly. Puh-lease.
The first day was hard due to the drastic change in plans, the second day I had a hardcore breakdown. Cried for a good portion of the morning. later that night I was going to accomplish one thing I have had on my bucket list since I was about 15: to go see an MLB game. I bought a ticket to see the Braves and I was a little worried to go by myself, but you know? It was amazing! I understand the sport without the help of a guy! I left that game feeling better than I had in weeks! I left with the realization that I absolutely LOVE baseball and that I do not need a guy in my life to be happy. (I’m not opposed to get married, just to be clear) I felt so good and so now whether the Braves play beautifully or horribly they are my team. We are emotionally connected and as corny and ridiculous as it sounds, the irony of their name still makes me smile to myself. I had learned to be brave and take my life back, with their game and doing that all on my own as the first step! Yay for independence! 🙂
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