The Worst Day of My Life

I got really sick of listening to the same Rihanna song a million times, so on the drive home from work today, I changed the radio station to a random soft rock/easy listening one.  

And there it was.  The song.  The song that was playing on the worst day of my life.  

"I think we should break up."  The words immediately came to mind, and I then thought of the events leading up to, during, and after hearing them. 

I thought back to the fact that I begged him to take back what he said.  To stay together.  


I promised that I would change if he just changed his mind.  


This wasn't the worst day of my life because I was getting dumped.  It was the worst day of my life because I had become the absolute farthest away from the person I truly was.  I was never the type of girl who would beg a guy to not break up with her, or the type of girl who would change just for the sake of holding onto something...something that was never or would never be healthy or positive.  


I gave up everything (God, college, friends, my figure, and a boyfriend who truly cared for me and would never have hurt me).  All for a guy in a band in which, honestly, he was the least talented member.  All for a guy who, quite frankly, was and probably still is a king-size DB.  And seriously not that good-looking, but I digress. 

A few years later, I have myself (and God, my college degree, the good friends, my figure, and at least in some ways, some respect from the boyfriend I left) back.  And someone who loves that person, not a pretend one.  


I guess what I want most for anyone to get out of this is that if you're not who you are, then the situation you're in is probably not the best one.  And 99.9% of the time, if your friends, family, and God are telling you you're making a mistake, you are.  

If all else fails, just remember that no guy is worth showing up to his job like a crazed lunatic for.  

Not that I did that or anything...


Perhaps the most pathetic thing is that the song that came on the radio, the one that reminded me of the worst day of my life, was LeAnn Rimes' "How Do I Live?" 


LeAnn Rimes.  
Who cheated on and left her husband. 
For Eddie Cibrian. 
Who cheated on and left his wife. 
Who was pregnant.  


All that said, I think I'll stick to lighter topics on my blog in the future. 

Next time--how I convinced my family I was a genius. 


-R