De-De-Deleted

Deleting someone, whom you once cared about, out of your life is not easy. In this day and age there are so many ways for a person to be in contact with you. You could run into them while out, you might see their updated Facebook status, they could email/twitter/skype/g chat/bbm/text you, etc... So when trying to move on, you must go through great efforts to delete them from your life. It took me over 30 minutes to delete Mr. Wrong out of my life. I was having to recall all the different ways we communicated and block it. It might have just been easier if I went to the Sprint store got a new number, or even better just legally changed my name.What ever happened to just putting all of their pictures in a box and moving on? Now not only do you have to put their pictures in a box, you have to delete them from your hard drive, Photobucket, and blog. It all becomes too much!

My friend came over tonight because she had an ex-invasion into her world today. She ran into a mutual friend her and her ex shared, and then unfortunately had to hear the update of his life. Why is it that people have to always mention their name around you? Is it not enough that you have to drive by your favorite restaurant that you went to eat as a couple, hear a song with their name on your Ipod (thanks Taylor Swift), or even smell their cologne on the guy next to you in line at Starbucks? 

We as women go through great links to move on, but do guys? Do they have this super hero will-power to leave your number in their phone and then not ever have the urge to dial you at 1:30 am after having a few cold ones? I know from my personal experiences that having a ex's number in my phone is nothing but a death trap, especially after wine night with the girls. These days I make a conscious effort not to even memorize a guy's number, for fear of the drunk dial. It's sad but true! Why do we as women sometimes choose to connect with someone that should permanently be out of our life? Why do we sometimes lack the power to just simply move on? Why can't we be like guys when it comes to moving on?

I've learned that each day has to be filled with a conscious decision to move forward in your life. You can't get stuck thinking about the past or what could be. The stories we women create in our heads is enough to drive ourselves crazy! What is he doing right now? Does he miss me? What if I would have done this, would it be ok now? ENOUGH ALREADY!!!! 

I felt very profound tonight when I offered my friend this advice- "All we can hope from someone important in our life is that they think of us". I don't need a guy to miss me, want me, or wish he had made different choices. I just need him to think of me from time to time when he eats at my favorite place, watches a tv show that makes him laugh, or smells my Chanel perfume... and then I need for him to move on, just like I do when I catch myself.

This is a true level of faking it... faking that you have moved on, until one day you truly have!