Wednesday, January 6, 2016
Why I broke up with "the one"
He was the boyfriend who I thought was "the one". He was a great companion and I could take him anywhere. He was always there for me so I would never have to be alone. He taught me so many things and introduced me to so many people. We were compatible from the start and we had many of the same interests. He listened to all of my stories and loved looking at all of my pictures. He even became friends with a lot of my friends. He was so intelligent and he knew so much. If I had any questions, he would be the one to ask. If I needed to know about a new restaurant or book, wanted to find out about being a better parent or the next place that I should travel, he would hold all the answers.
I knew that I had to end it because he and I started to become obsessive. I couldn't go anywhere or do anything without checking in with him first. I couldn't keep anything a secret from him. He knew everything about me. I couldn't try new foods without sending him a picture. I couldn't see a new movie without telling him how great it was. I couldn't enjoy a moment of peace without thinking about the next time that I would check in. He also started telling all of my secrets to my friends. People who only knew me from thin ties would know so much about me.
I also would spend so much time with him that I would end up losing track of time and other priorities that were important to me. A 10-minute conversation would turn into an hour. I would look up and would have missed out of something better. Something more.
The last straw came when I found out that he was cheating on me. That he wasn't just my special joy. He was with everyone. Everyone was telling him their secrets. Everyone spoke to him as though he was the most important thing. They even ignored everyone else so that they could be with him. I couldn't get away from him.
It took awhile to end it. I thought that I would miss out on something big. Some connection or some piece of information that would change my world. I made the decision none the less because he was bringing me no value. He was a space filler who added no sustenance. He was like the ultimate empty calorie. He tasted so good but gave me no nutrition.
The good (or bad) thing is that since he is everywhere, he will always be there if I ever want to return.
So that is why I broke up with Facebook.
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