Logically Broken (The Shop #1)

The Introduction

It all started with a favor.

Well, maybe I should call it "The Favor" because it was such a pivotal, definitive one, that gracing it with a definite article is the logical choice. I am desperately trying to focus on logic because if I allow myself to view it in any other way, I may actually break. I’ve looked back at the last couple of months, and I know that rationality has both saved me from total emotional devastation as well as led to the steep and steady decline of my previous? Old? Broken? relationship.

I spent weeks convincing myself that uncomfortable details like late nights, skipped dates, and odd phone calls were not as bad as they seemed.

I avoided making a big deal out of these, logically, minor issues by considering them independently and without emotion.

I allowed myself to look past my intuition that something was wrong, past my distrust of a certain someone and her interactions with my fiancé.

Hell, not again. Not her interactions with him. He was not some innocent bystander. Their interactions with each other.

It's amazing to me how such a seemingly innocuous sentence holds the power to cause so much pain.

Why does it put them together as a unit?

However, that is illogical. My mind wants to hold onto the detail that a sentence does not cause pain.

My brain acknowledges the structure of a sentence shouldn't hurt.

My heart is telling me that my brain is an idiot.

My brain tells me an innocent favor on a Monday afternoon shouldn’t be a concern, and it wasn’t, until it was.

Maybe breaking it down again, piece by piece, moment by moment, will help me see the big picture. Maybe then I can feel less illogical pain and know what to do next. I’ll start back at the very beginning. The day we met and simply clicked.