Writings of someone who is NOT a bubblehead

We broke up on Sunday. It was a mutual thing. This is the first time that I got myself into a serious relationship. We lasted 6 months. I guess we were kind of ‘doomed’ from the start considering that we have different religious backgrounds. We both knew something like this would happen, just not so fast.

He’s a 27 yr old first son in his family and a Muslim. Last week his dad quarreled with him about his life. About how he has to take control of his life. He’s earning a good salary but can’t manage his finances well. He’s staying with his sister who is married with 2 kids with one more on the way who takes care of his laundry and meals. His dad told him to get a grip on his life and get married or else he (his dad) will disown him. I can’t marry him coz I’m not a Muslim and my parents will disown me if I convert. Besides, he would want me to convert because I’m interested in the faith, not because I want to marry him.

I kinda expected his parents to push him to getting married but I didn’t expect it to be this year. I was expecting more like next year when we would have settled down into something more comfortable where perhaps it might be easier to go our separate ways. Not now, 6 mths into the relationship, where we’re still crazy about each other. Not now, so suddenly and out of the blue. Not now when we had made plans to meet after my exams on Monday.

Worst thing is, we broke it off cold turkey. I can’t contact him anymore. Not even for one last meeting. He said we might meet, but I highly doubt that.

I hate feeling like this.

And this is day two