I didn’t do any of the things I listed.  I didn’t even workout at all. 

I sent the fraud a text on Thursday night -  something sweet and nostalgic about the storm rolling in.  No response until the next day at noon.  “I did get your text last night.  I didn’t know how to respond, still don’t.  Other than to say, I am find of those moments to”

I guess he meant fond…

All of that love we had for each other, all of those moments, the laughter, the togetherness.  It didn’t mean anything.  It’s like it was just an insignificant second date.  That lasted 20 months.

I’ve got to leave for my second Therapy Session.

Back from Therapy….

So as I was walking out the door to leave for therapy, THERE IS THE FUCKING FRAUD WALKING UP TO THE UNIT A FEW DOORS DOWN!!!!!!!!!!.  WHAT THE FUCK!?!?!?   

Of course, I ignore and do not see.  I do not see.  I lock my door. I do not see.  I hurry to my car.  I do not see. I start the engine and back out.  I do not see. I drive by to the exit.  I do not see.  I’m out.  I start to cry.

Dear Jesus, I am so tired of crying.  

I mean this is a fucking strong lesson that I have learned here and I get it OK?  Don’t date people where if it doesn’t work out you will be forced to see them every day.  There’s no “out-of-sight-out-of-mind” working in your favor of getting over it.  They know your home sulking for 2 months straight.  They know no one is coming over to see you.  

UGH it’s the worst.