It is that I don't know what I'm doing...I'm cool, I'm detached, I'm moving on...and then whack...emotional side-swipe.
Ok, so he wanted me there but he's told them too much sh*t about me so it would be too weird...what happened to his vision of us being "friends?" I still want to call him on it, which means I'm still way too preoccupied with him and what he says.
BTW- when the topic of other woman[en] comes up, "it's not like that' AND "I haven't even slept with anyone." I can't tell if I'm being greased and broiled here or if he has a shred of actual care for this R left.
It sure seems like the God's of fortune don't hesitate to reward the leavers (home-slice literally has round the clock catering)!!!
I know, don't compare...but my kids are having a tough time adjusting to reality when they get home...
And blah blah blah...it's just cope, cope and cope somewhere and I want to bust out.
