I have to keep telling myself over and over. I did the right thing.
I know I spend a lot of time on this blog talking and complaining about guys who dumped me and how much it hurts. Rarely, never, do I feel this pain when I was the one doing the dumping. But yet. I have to keep telling myself. I did the right thing.
I sit here in my hotel room, crying, thinking, wishing, dreaming about what it could have been. If only he had been honest from the start. If only he had told me the truth.
Why did he lie to me and about such stupid stuff. Why say you’re 29 when you’re 26? Why say you own the house when it’s your parents. Those things don’t EVEN MATTER. I WOULD HAVE STILL LIKED YOU FOR YOU!
My mind also goes, what else was he lying about. What other things did he tell me that are fake.
I sit here and wonder, why am I still single. Why did Calvin get a BF immediately after we broke up. Constantine, same thing. I’m sure there are others. Why does Patrick, Pasta, Tim, the list goes on . They are all bf’s or husbands. I am still single. What the fuck did I do. What is wrong with ME?! What am _I_ doing wrong in this world.
Zendesk even FINALLY admitted he has a bf! WTF.
I did the right thing… I did the RIGHT thing. I could never get past the lying. _WE_ could never recover.
And yet, It hurts. I did the right thing.