Drowning

If I had to give an analogy about what the year I broke up with Dave felt like, I suppose it would go something like this:

Imagine...... imagine you and your significant other are on a cruise. A beautiful, gorgeous relaxing most wonderful cruise. You are just simply enamored with each other.....holding hands and walking on the deck. Standing near the guardrails looking at the beautiful cerulean waves. He looks at you and smiles.

Let's jump in?

You can't....you don't know how to swim, you tell him.

Don't worry, he assures you. I'll always be here.

And so...... you hold onto his hand and jump into the uncertainty below. You're immediately engulfed underwater but you see him in front of you. Smiling. Time seems to slow down and the bubbles surround you. You feel happy, and calm holding his hand. And safe.

And then you both slowly start to surface, still holding his hand tightly.

But then.

When you emerge from the water, you feel him let go of your hand and he swims confidently and surely away.

Never looking back.

Even your family onboard the cruise ship walks away as you cry for their help.

And you're left alone and terrified in the vast ocean as you slowly drown.



And that is how I had to learn to swim......that is how I learned to never trust anyone.