On the advice of my trusted adviser, Dr. Morrison, I ended it with dude today. It was mutual. We both recognized it was not viable as is. Both equally reluctant to end it. Both knew we had to. I'd been pushing and pushing and he was so kind and good natured about it, but in the end he was right. We're done.
On a note that will send Dr. Morrison through the roof, we agreed to get back in touch (if I want to) in six months and see how things stand. I find that reassuring. Not that he'll be there waiting for me all fixed and available, or that I will be waiting. Just... reassuring.
He is a truly lovely man and I am so sad and sorry that things couldn't work out. God, I've tried so hard and waited so long for someone like him and then when I do find him, he's "unavailable". Fix your baggage dude and lets move on.
In other news:
I am now Free-Range Clam #666. It's not the most popular choice but I love it.
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