Goodbyes

Maybe I’m just a negative person. Or maybe I’m the kind of person that doesn’t try very hard, but I’ve been wondering (not because of my own relationships, thank you very much) when it’s really time to say goodbye. Admittedly I have said goodbye too soon. Some forced. Some by choice. A lot out of complete ridiculousness.

My daughter doesn’t quite comprehend goodbye yet. Although she has said it to friends and family, she never really expects it to be the last time she sees someone. Nothing to a six year old is actually forever. Understandable. I live where I live so she doesn’t have to experience frivolous goodbyes. I want nothing more than to be able to jaunt away to somewhere that suits me better, to the grass is greener area of the world, but because of her I stay. Goodbyes simply because I don’t like the smell of fresh country air…bad.

But I have been considering those times when goodbyes are good. After all it includes the word “good” so it can’t always be bad. I don’t see myself using the phrase “badbye”, but now that I think of it, I may have just invented something.

Anyway, if the relationship sucks (which will further be referred to as “relay” because I text and I’m lazy about typing long words) at what point is it a- ok to throw in the towel? (Not including blatant abuse, mind you.)

When we feel disrespected.

When we are hurt.

When we cannot possibly imagine spending another second of our lives with that person.

When the relay not only does not make us better but has the possibility of making us worse as humans.

Further, goodbyes are good when you think about life without the relay and you feel relieved. Like a problem has been solved. Like a big stinkin mountain was lifted from your shoulders, because I don’t care what it is, it is never worth bad posture.

It is not time to say goodbye if:

Life without the relay would be utterly miserable.

You think something occurred that actually did not.

You are afraid that you are too happy so obviously God or whomever you believe in is playing a joke on you.

One or more participants of the relay are pms-ing or drunk. I’m just saying.

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I’ve decided to live in the rainbow instead of looking for the end. Sometimes what appears to be better is not, sometimes it is.

Unless we are around the age of six, we are forced to live with the reality and significance of forever. If I never see you again, can I live with that?

After all, forever is an awful long ass time. Make sure it’s worth it.