PMA is going. As if is going. It's as dark as it can be and I no longer can even see a rope. I guess I should add my other posts in here so all can be seen. Found out that OW is my (ex)bestfriend. Freaked the heck out and said some of the meanest nastiest things I could to the both of them. This caused them to huddle together with each other from the wicked witch. They no longer sneak around. She parks her rather bright car right in front of the gym (where he is living)where everyone can see it. Took him his mail and left him the book The Five Love Languages (did not see him). Emailed him an apology for the awful things I said. Have not heard one word from him. I don't have a clue if he even got my emailed apology. I don't have a cellphone number to call. It's as dark as dark can be. Working on being the best me possible. It's the only thing I can do. Waiting for him to file. *shrugs*
"It is excruciating pain. It is the pain of separation, the pain of loss, the pain of dreams and expectations unrealized. It is the loss and death of a mirage."
