I couldn't go in the work today because I felt so sad. I spent the whole day in bed wishing I was dead. I had found out he had gone to london For the weekend with OW Christmas shopping. It hurt because it was something we were supposed to do, and he posted his photos on FB. I guess there will be photos of the two of them together next. Then I get more messages, "miss you", "thinking of you". But he doesn't miss me that much to have gone to London. We tear ourselves up in side, to the point where we can't bear getting out of bed in the morning, and they just Carry on enjoying themselves like everything is ok. Later I got a message asking if he can borrow the car over the Christmas period. So that was what all the pleasantries were for. For the car. Stupid stupid me.
