Well I guess the past month has been a pretty crazy ride for me. For once, though, my title actually is going to be a pretty good description of what I am going to write about.
I guess I will start with the separation. About three weeks ago, Becky and I broke up. The whole thing shook me up pretty bad. It had happened just before our word prayer meeting. I sat there, through the meeting, holding back tears, while we prayed. After it was over, I left without telling anyone what had happened, and went home. I changed my facebook status and started watching some tv. A couple hours later I get a call from B, asking what had happened (because he saw my facebook status had changed). I told him that we broke up and I didn’t want to talk about it over the phone. He invited me to come over to the McCallums to go watch a movie and hang out.
I decided to go, and got there about 7:45ish. When I got there, Keith, Jeff, B, and Kyle were all there hanging out. Keith had asked what had happened, and I started to tell him, tears welling up in my eyes. I had kept so much from all of them (my closest friends), about some stuff that had been going on between Becky and I, leading up to the break-up. They all comforted me, and really helped me out a lot.
Well The next day, I got up and went to work. I worked for my five hour shift, trying not to really think about it, and just get through the day. When I finally got home, I checked my E-mail, and found a message from Keith. He said that he basically wanted to get together with Becky and I to talk about what had happened. I called him, and we got it all set up and went over to his house. Keith brought up some good discernment of basically what had happened between us. Through this I realized, once again, just how many problems I had. What had happened was I was relying on Becky for my emotional outlet (because being a phleg I tend to not be that emotional) and this was causing her to feel smothered. Also, Keith noted that we were spending a large amount of time together, and this was probably increasing the smother feeling. My resistance to open up with my friends about the events preceding the break were due to the fact that I am a notorious judger and I was afraid of being judged, and this hindered my ability to be open. Becky and I walked out of Keith’s house, having all those mishaps worked out, and decided to continue our relationship again. I was so happy
with our reconciliation and I was just praising God to have such a great friend as Keith, to help me out. It was a great experience.
Well that was pretty crazy (and long) but I thought I’d share that life moment with everyone.
Graduation is drawing ever closer. Classes are all done and the ceremony is on June 9th. A lot of people have been asking me if I felt any different, or if I’m excited. The thing is though, I don’t really feel that different at all. I’m not sure if it has something to do with the fact that I already have a year of college under my bely, or never really saw graduating high school as that big of an accomplishment. After all, I’m about to go right back to school for another four or so years to get yet another degree. It seems like very few people don’t go on to college any more, and the four more years of education has become a norm. So then, the question I have is, why does everyone make High School Graduation such a big deal?