Yeah, so my gf and I broke up - but we're venturing into the post apocolyptic "living together" mode. And yeah, wtf.
What happens first are the requests to have me sleep in her room - as friends. And yeah we could sleep as friends because when we slept as lovers we really just slept. No problem, but my mind says separate rooms = clarity of division. I won't budge on that.
Second, we cook dinner, shop, have the same habits, same after work routine, same time spent together. My solution = spend the night at a friends. The conclusion on her part was jealousy, accusations of sex, clearly not seeing the break up as in effect and my need to make space between us - and basically me have a life.
And as it progresses, as we live our separate lives, separate but together in this small apartment, we work through the heart ache that comes with the break up. No small feat but worth my effort.
