little bitty girl

You always go into a relationship with the most optimistic views about it - this time it will be different, this time it will be better, there will be more laughter, joy and love, this time it will not end. You go into it timidly but in good faith, thinking that you will not repeat the mistakes of the past. For awhile, you have a great time and you think all is hunky dory. You have the same pursuits, you like all the same things, you even start finishing one another's sentences!

But then something happens and the spark that once seemed like it would never dim, does. Someone makes a mistake, and you forgive them but you don't forget. After many, you start thinking that there must be something better out there. But you stick it out for awhile, but disappointment sinks its ugly claws in and you can't shake it.

Divorce is never easy and you spend endless time rethinking all the scenarios that went wrong, you start weighing all the pros and cons. But sometimes when you are at the end of the road, divorce seems to be the best solution.

So after much deliberation and heartache, I have decided to divorce my hairdresser. It's been such a long, thought out process and the thought of venturing out and trying someone new scares the crap out of me. But I think that it's better to walk away before I get really mad.

It started off with one haircut that wasn't quite what I wanted but I thought, "Maybe, she's just having an off day." The next time, it was perfect, so I was happy once again. Then I asked for a very slight trim, I even showed her how much and she took 2 inches more than I said.

But this last time, I actually brought a picture. And my new haircut looks NOTHING like the picture!! I mean, to be fair it's a really cute haircut except it really isn't anything that I asked for. A bunch of friends were saying how cute I looked and then I showed them the picture of what I wanted, and they all had the same expression of confusion, horror and shock as it REALLY, REALLY looks nothing like what I showed her. And to be honest, I have totally straight hair, how hard can it really be to cut it? It's not as if it's curly, or wavy -- it's straight like paper.

Anyways, I just think she's not into it like she used to be. There are big but really, good things happening in her personal life and I think she's distracted by it all. The thing is, I am not sure whether I should tell her or whether I should just quietly walk away. Maybe I'll just get Stef (she's his "stylist" - boys don't call them hairdressers - too) to tell her that I moved to a different country.

Sigh! Breaking up is hard to do.....