I had a few days when I felt happy and content and thought oh good, I'm done with feeling bad about being dumped. Wrong. Yesterday and today have been harder. I miss what I thought I had, even though I now know, if she can be believed, she was unhappy and thinking of leaving me for a long time.
Yet how can anyone pretend all the smiles and nice times? That is what I miss. And I resent the hell out of her rewriting our history to accommodate her midlife crisi!
More exorcism tonight. I'm going to start working on the room that used to be an office so that I can rent the damn thing out. Gotta look ahead because the past is dead.
Hey, that felt better!