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Closure is maybe a bit overrated


If you want closure, come get (over) it.


A couple of years back, I had this incredible breakup barely one month into dating and although I was the instigator of calling it quits, it felt so awkward and off to just end it that way. For me, I couldn't stand it anymore and felt like I was being strangled into accepting the relationship (although there's details that might not add up if I start with the list now), so I said I wanted out and since he plainly told me there was no option of "taking a break"...Whatever.

First set of persons that I told I had broken up with my boyfriend thought I was batshit crazy. "How dare you mess with such a lovely human? What on earth do you want, you unsatisfiable wench?" They went on and on and left me in shock. I thought I did the right thing. I mean, he had flags blazing red before my eyes. (He was really a sweetheart to everyone though, so yeah I was the wench)

Anyway, I decided to go down the closure lane, following the advice of coven members and called him up with some "I miss you" talk and yeah, he showed up.

The story ends here, because there was nothing to close. I felt the same way when I saw him again and just told myself "Nah, this ain't it."

There's no gist to keep up with, dear reader. It's just a short demo that sometimes you shouldn't hop into a dating dungeon and whenever you get out of it, it's okay to not look back and focus on getting your shit together. Minus the "I should fix this" drama. 

Closure is overrated anyway; you're most likely to turn up at some late late hour, then end up making out with tears staining your cheeks, while making promises to "never hurt each other like that anymore. Forever and ever". Then in a few days, you want to cut their tongue out again.

Closure begets complications. Usually when it ends, it was meant to end and although you badly want to know "Why me?!!", if you venture down that path, you might end up singing "Gone for good" like a possessed fellow, wondering why the devil admires your woes so much. So before you move into the phase of putting Chris Browns' Drunk texting on repeat and actually sending a message you'd regret, just close your mind off. 

It's over. It was a pleasure doing business with you, have a nice life. C'est finis.




-The perspective of a full-time sorceress.

'Siyah


Picture credit: Pinterest

Comments

  1. LatidJuly 06, 2020 8:41 PM

    I quite agree

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  2. Listening Mag July 06, 2020 10:09 PM

    Totally agree!



    By the way, we're starting to sound alike.

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  3. QetsiyahJuly 06, 2020 11:47 PM

    Thank you Latid! It's probably one of the best advice I've ever given myself

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  4. QetsiyahJuly 06, 2020 11:49 PM

    We most definitely sound alike, Mag. It comes with the territory ♥️

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