Beyond the sickening fear that my ex is going to fuck my life over even further, I have been having an okay time.
One of the things that has been going on is that I have been cutting K out of my life. About 3 weeks ago I “slipped” and allowed him to convince me that he had changed and that he was ready to be my friend rather than to sit around whining all the time about how much he loved me, or, alternatively, how much I had screwed up his life (or rather how he had screwed up his life FOR me). But it was just another round of “feel sorry for me for missing you”
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