It's not as if I didn't see this coming.
Our anniversary, a day that I sadly watched go by without celebration, was the wake-up call.
It's the rare person who doesn't a partner for life, or at least part of it, that makes them happy.
I take solace in that. Someday I will be happy. Someday I won't feel unloved and unlovable.
Someday I'll wonder why I let myself cry so much lately instead of just moved on.
In the meantime, I have to deal with the fact that I've been told I'm not wanted by my best friend.
Go on, get out - go!
But hey, shit happens.
I'm melodramatic, I know. I'm feeling sorry for myself. Sorry.
I'll get over it and be back to my cheery self soon enough. Unless you're a MAN. Then there's no hope for you. ;)