La regla de las tres semanas de ruptura que debes seguir

Okay, so in the past few weeks, I’ve been thinking a lot about doomed relationships and the necessary amount of time before you actually start feeling like yourself again post-break-up.

Since we all know break-ups absolutely suck and there’s no magic cure to fix you, I’ve started analyzing my previous relationships in order to see if there’s a pattern or anything I can hold on to for some type of enlightenment, if you will.

I’m just so tired of being so helpless and broken and thinking that the feelings of doom and gloom will never go away that I just needed to find a way to make the process easier for myself.

And I’ve come up with this really awesome theory that actually made me see that there IS a pattern after each shitty break-up I went through and it finally gave me the morale boost I desperately needed.

¿Quieres saber de qué me di cuenta? Después de todas y cada una de mis rupturas, me llevó ni más ni menos que exactamente tres semanas para empezar a sentir que podía respirar de nuevo.

Tres semanas hasta que el síndrome de abstinencia abandonó por fin mi cuerpo y me hizo ver que realmente PODÍA superar ese dolor-en-el-culo de una ruptura.

Permítanme que me explaye.

Firstly, I’m aware that everyone goes through their own predicament and that there’s no cure to cura tu corazón roto en cuestión de minutos. Las personas son demasiado diferentes para que eso sea plausible.

What I’m talking about here is something different.

I’m talking about resisting that primal urge to go back and get another fix (of your ex).

I’m talking about the ability to ir sin contacto and actually go through with it. I’m talking about not calling, texting or asking about them.

And if you’re seriously in need of some good advice on how to manage that, this is for you.

Tres semanas es el tiempo exacto que yo personalmente necesité para dejar de necesitar volver con él.

Three weeks is how long it took me to realize I DON’T need to text him and that I’m fine on my own. Truth be told, I couldn’t text him even if I wanted to because me bloqueó que fue lo mejor que me pasó en mucho tiempo.

El día 22, me desperté como una persona nueva.

All the shit I went through, all the sleepless nights, wanting to call or text and barely restraining myself from doing so… all that finally took a back seat.

Después de tres semanas, todo desapareció de mi sistema y pude funcionar correctamente y manejar mis emociones como la perra mala que soy.

No, I wasn’t suddenly healed and the emotions never did just go away.

The changes that occurred were with regards my perspective on things and my mental health. And that’s been such a revelation.

For the first three weeks, it’s all tears, a hole in your stomach and a constant feeling of dread. It’s whining to tu mejor amigo y llorando a tu madre. Nadie puede evitarlo.

But the good news here is that after three simple weeks, there’s a huge likelihood of a switch going off in your head and you waking up on day 22 refreshed and like a new you.

Yes, you’ll still have residual emotions but you’ll be able to mentally handle it so much more easily.

Even if it was a tough break-up and regardless of who initiated it, after three short weeks, you’ll gain a new, healthy outlook that will completely transform the way you handle things from then on.

Los síntomas de abstinencia desaparecerán.

You’ll have rid your body and mind of the incessant need for a fix and you’ll be able to wake up in the morning not needing to go see him or hear him.

I know it sounds strange and I’d probably feel that way too if I didn’t personally experience it on more than one occasion.

I don’t know what it is about that exact number but for me, it’s always three weeks. And hey, I’m not complaining.

Saber por fin que HAY una luz al final del túnel me da mucha esperanza.

Isn’t it reassuring and comforting to know that all you really need is to endure those three short weeks before things finally start getting better?

Isn’t it worth a shot just believing this to actually be true and having something to hold on to as you’re going through the ordeal?

For me, it’s a saving grace. It’s the hope that pushes me forward when I’m about to crack mid week two.

It’s the answer to my question on day 18 that I’ll inevitably ask myself…

“When the fuck am I going to stop feeling like I’m getting kicked in the stomach every goddamn day?”

Sólo tres días más. Tres días antes de que mi mente vuelva a estar en un lugar mejor y mi cuerpo deje de doler por él.

Saber que puedo fijar en mi calendario la fecha en la que las cosas van a mejorar por fin me da toda la fuerza que necesito para seguir adelante.

Knowing that there’s an end in sight gives me such strong motivation to hold my own when my world is falling apart.

Lo único que necesitas es un poco de esperanza en tus peores días, y esta revelación que cambia las reglas del juego te la da. 

Without it, it’s just like a bottomless pit with no end in sight.

Pero saber que esas tres semanas pueden significar un nuevo comienzo es todo lo que una chica necesita para levantarse cada mañana y seguir aguantando los golpes (emocionales).

Because once this short period of time passes, you’ll see that this three-week rule of break-ups is an absolute game-changer and your life will never be the same again.