I have decided that for now, in an effort to move on, to not get myself worked up over a man who chose not to love me anymore, I will not talk to him, I will not entertain his text messages, his g-chats.
I feel more anger than anything right now.
I can't figure out which stage I'm in, which stage I'm supposed to be in, what's coming next. I feel angry at him, I feel duped. I feel like a schmuck. I am angry at him and angry at myself now that I'm peering into what we were, now that I have some space, now that I see the life we had: I hate myself for allowing it all to go down the way it did.
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