Today ended up being strange for me in some way: I feel like I reached a breaking point yesterday. Not personally ... I never did snap or "lose it" (though I came close). But today I feel ... nothing, at least not as H is concerned.
I don't want to talk with him, don't want to see him, don't want to discuss 'what to do next' problems with him at this point. I feel like I'm done with trying to communicate with this stranger I once knew so well. I'm ready to do my thing and let him do whatever the hell he wants to do to bleep up his life. Is this a good thing? I suppose you could argue this is achieving true detachment ... because that's really how I feel right now. Completely, utterly detached.
