I've been putting this off, but it's time I break the news:
The Boyfriend and I broke up last week.
I'm not going to go into detail; there's no reason. Obviously this is related to the unbloggable mess that I was blogging about a few weeks ago, as anyone surely could have guessed. The upshot is that it's sad, we both behaved well, and it was amicable. It's sad. But the relationship--I hate to say this, but I have to admit that it's true--had grown impractical. There was virtually no way we could ever end up in the same place; best case scenario would have us together in two years minimum, and that would only be if we could both have our pick of fabulous jobs, which never happens. (This is more than just the two-body academia problem--believe it or not, his career trajectory is even more complicated.)
So I don't need lots of pity. I'm okay. Of course, I've barely seen him in the last three (or even eight) months, so it's not really a change day to day. And I've had plenty of time to process this over the last month, so really, I'm okay. I'm not even blaming academia anymore.
There. Done. Let it never be blogged of again.