I don't know. I don't think I'm ready to date again, but at the same time I feel like if I let myself I'd wait around for BF to pull his head out of his ass forever. I don't want to be that person.

It's not that I'm lonely, it's that I miss BF. And there's no remedy for that.

Le sigh.

ME: 38
BF: 40
T: 10y, no kids, no M (by choice)
BD: 7/14/14, BF admits to PA, wants out, lies about new R.
10/1/14: I move out, BF lies about move in with OW
12/4/14: OW confronted, reveals all the lies