You know, pretty much every grown-up has been through some relationship roller coaster that's etched in their memory forever. Personally, I've got this one relationship that didn't exactly wrap up with a neat bow. Even today, I'm still holding onto a bit of anger—not at the other person, but at myself. While we were in this relationship, we were both busting our chops to make it work, but somewhere along the line, it just didn't work, one doesn't want to row the boat anymore. She went through this massive change when she hit college again, started getting all high and mighty, acting like no one's busier than her. Maybe it's just my vibe, but it's like trying to talk to a wall. Misunderstandings are piling up, turning into a ticking time bomb. I can't help but feel like I'm more of a roadblock than a support to her. I know I should move on from this sh*t. But I need to write this, because it's like there's this giant lump in my chest,