Man it’s rough when you’re stuck wondering if that person’s ever coming back. Yesterday I was knee-deep in it myself. Grabbed my trusty old Rider-Waite deck ’cause honestly, nothing else feels right for this messy heart stuff.
Lit a single candle – no fancy sage or crystals, just the flickering light. Took three deep breaths trying not to cough on the dust. My hands were kinda shaky shuffling those cards. Dropped two on the floor. Oops.
The Pull
Went with a dead simple three-card spread:
- Past: Three of Swords. Ugh. Felt that right in the chest. Yeah, the breakup was brutal. That card just stared at me like “remember how much that hurt?”
- Present: The Tower?! Swear my heart skipped a beat. Chaos. Feels just like now – everything unstable, ground shifting.
- Future: Two of Cups reversed. That stung. Upside down cups… looks like they’re spilling out. Connection ain’t flowing right.
Just sat there staring at those three cards for like ten minutes. Felt heavy. The Tower especially… that ain’t exactly a “happily ever after” card.
The Messy Feels
Not what I wanted to see, honestly. Hoped for maybe Six of Cups (nostalgia!) or The Lovers. Anything hopeful! Felt kinda cold looking at the Tower and that reversed Two of Cups. My gut just sank.
Wondered if I misread it. Checked my dog-eared tarot book – yeah, Tower means sudden shake-up, not calm reconciliation. That reversed Two? Could mean imbalance, miscommunication… or just straight up avoiding each other.
The big takeaway? Don’t force it. The Tower needs to fall before you rebuild anything solid. And those spilled cups? Maybe the foundation ain’t right yet. Gotta sit with that discomfort instead of chasing “reconciliation” like a shiny prize.
Threw the cards back in the box feeling unsettled. Not a fairytale ending, but maybe what I needed to hear. Sometimes the truth just smacks you in the face. Ain’t always pretty.
