move on

I've agreed to meet my ex Q for a drink today (yes). We were together for a year and a half, and I had to leave for the same reasons as a lot of people here. I suffered a lot because I struggled with him choosing drinking over us.

We hadn't seen each other for eight months. I decided to go because I've been doing a lot of work on myself — the three Cs: I didn't cause it, I can't control it, and I can't cure it — and I was genuinely happy to see him.

It was actually really nice. During the time we spent together, he admitted that he has a problem he needs to deal with, and that he's slowly accepting that depression is part of it. He knows it's not up to me to solve it. He didn't chase me or ask me to get back together. It was just a nice, honest moment between two people who could share some good memories.

In the months after the breakup, I was really afraid of seeing him again. Now I feel so centred that I could simply be compassionate. No nostalgia, no need to go back, just two human beings acknowledging that there was also something good in the relationship.

I'm relieved.