Well, shit.
Little lady has been feeling neglected, apparently.
Truth to tell, work has been killing me and I've focused all of my free time on my little one.
Add to that the fact she's in Denver and I'm an hour north, and well, I'm surprised it lasted as long as it did.
Its a tough competition between the little one, and a dating life; especially when you're keeping a brick wall between what someone here referrs to as "pelvic associates" and your kid. But the wisdom of the decision is that while I've got to get used to not having this woman around, my daughter never got attached to her and will not have any extra angst to deal with. That's a good thing.
But, like I said, I got the talking to this evening. Got the modified, limited ultimatum: "something's got to change" , and of course, I'm just getting back on my feet from the divorce so not a lot I'm willing to change. Least of all on a "or I'm leaving" sort of insinuation.
Sort of sucks, because I certainly love her; I'm just not going to quit my job and relocate, or sacrifice time with the little one.
That turns out to have been a good decision, it seems.
Not too much drama so far as break ups go, and although I'm looking forward to living without the "dating tax" for a while, I'm still sorry to see her go. She was a good one.