Who Needs Dr. Phil?

It's good to know when you're over someone. Really over someone. After a five and a half year relationship ends you never really think that's going to happen. But it does. And although my friends and family would probably disagree, I think it took a shorter amount of time than I thought.


Ya know how I really know I'm over him?


Conversation from Tuesday night:


him: I just don't know what I'm doing in life. I don't feel like I have a normal life
me: what's a normal life?
him: you know, not being alone....
me: waaaait, how is that 'normal'? Who defines what that is?


side note: he suffers from a bit of depression from time to time. He gets in these funks and there's really no amount of 'cheering up' that helps.


him: well, I just think that being with the right person will make me happy.
me: It sounds cliche, but you can't depend on someone else to make you happy.
him: But I think I do. And when I think about it, you are the perfect person for me, you have all the qualities that I want. You're level headed, not dramatic, don't nag, good listener, smart, thoughtful....
me: ...but I didn't make you happy
him: ::long pause::
me: see, somebody else can't make you happy
him: I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know why I over-analyzed the situation.


the old me, the one that had not gotten over him would have been like ::swoon:: and thinking we might be getting back together.


the new me is glancing at (not reading, ya know, since I'm a good listener and all) Perez Hilton while we talk and thinking, 'wow, I'm glad I'm out of that mess'


Ahhhh, isn't it nice when you just 'know' that you're done?


Champagne wishes and self-analysing dreams