There's a song going through my head: "Another Without-You Day." Fitting.
In sooth I know not why I feel so sad. W's failure and departure is not a blow to my self-esteem; there are no children to miss their mother; I made out the better financially; I'm no worse off professionally; I lost no friends; and I can also see myself free of her unwanted demands on my time and having to deal with her mental disorders.
Perhaps at this point I'm mainly upset with her for taking the loving relationship out of my life-- a relationship which I miss regardless of who it is-- and angry with her for doing so in such a hurtful, callous, selfish, thoughtless manner. In short: she let me down. I thought better of her.
