My relationship with Dylan started out so easy. But it got harder as time went on.
Dylan was chasing a dream—which I encouraged, by the way. He wanted to be a filmmaker and initially, he factored me into his plans.
So why, after two years, did he decide to pursue his dream without me?
I was his biggest fan.
But he broke up with me and moved to New York. I was devastated.
But didn’t I see it coming—if I’d been honest with myself?
I should have listened to May Angelou. “When people show you who they are, believe them.”
Dylan had always shown me exactly who he was—a smart, talented, loving, and charming man. Who also was okay living a more bohemian lifestyle than I was.
So much of marriage is wanting the same things from life.
We didn’t want the same things. I wanted to dream big, too. But I also wanted stability. And looking back, that’s why Dylan left—our lifestyles weren’t compatible.
We had so much good stuff, but he was right to go.
Because in the end, we wanted different things from life and that made our relationship hard—and ultimately killed it.
If I’d only listened to Maya.