My ex fiancé and I went through a breakup that felt more like a divorce. Initially, I was hesitant to share the misery I was going through with the online world. During the breakup, I posted a lot of vague things on Instagram about me having to sell my house and downsize to an apartment.
Many times, I would get comments like, “a house is just a house,” or “things aren’t what matter in life.” I know these comments were only meant to help, but what I was really expressing was I lost my home, my life, my best friend.
I once had a coworker tell me that life is like spaghetti.
Now, I understand exactly what she meant. My revenue was on a steady incline, until “the split.” Everything happening in life was spilling over into my business and work.
If you look close enough, my sales even correlated with the few weeks I attempted to use dating sites (the three most exhausting weeks of my life).
Every little bit of our lives are intertwined. You can’t separate the noodles from the sauce.
We had just bought our second home around Thanksgiving of 2016. Four and a half months later my fiancé told me he wanted to call off the wedding. Mind you, he says through text while I’m running errands on my day job lunch break.
I’ll never forget the moment when I read that text. It was a Wednesday. I was getting ready to enter a roundabout and tears just streamed down my face. Thankfully, I made it through the roundabout. I hate those damn things to begin with.
Flash forward three days. It’s Friday. We are standing in what was “our” living room, and he looked me in the eyes, and said, “Miranda, it’s really over.” I think that was my first moment of acceptance.
This wasn’t a nightmare. This was a real life breakup.
Four years of hard work. All the blood, sweat, tears feeling like they were for nothing. I packed a bag and headed straight to my parents. There was no one I wanted to hug more than my momma.
So many unknowns. So many questions. The following week, I went to see a little apartment down the road from our house. I walked in, looked at the leasing agent and said, “I know this might sound crazy, but can I start moving in tomorrow?”
She understood. She simply said, “yes.” That little apartment was B2 with it’s burning hot or freezing cold water, no air conditioning, suspect tenants, and original hard wood floors.
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Thank you all for your encouraging words and prayers. Piper (my dog) and I are trying to make the best of the breakup in apartment B2.
This year has taught me that home isn’t necessarily a roof over your head. Home is where your heart lives. Where you feel comfortable. Where you can make mistakes and grow. I am lucky to have friends and family that feel like home when B2 doesn’t.
Love this so much. Thanks for showing us your heart. Your so stronge and I’m so happy to have found you on instagram. 😍
Thank you Nikki. I am so thankful for IG bringing your light into my life.
That’s a lot of unexpected change and heartbreak at once. Hugs to you, friend.
Thank you for all your good vibes! XO
I just discovered your insta and blog, and I must say, you have impeccable taste and an original voice! From one stranger on the internet to another, you’ve got this! Thank you for sharing your beautiful thrifted finds and for showing vulnerability. It gets better.
Thank you so much for following along & reading my story! I’m already seeing the flip side, and your words of encouragement are a cherry on top XO