So he’s having the time of his life . Not paying a thought to me .
But I think of him every god damn day. It keeps me up thinking about everything.
I’m contemplating jumping into bed with someone. In fact I did last week - the first time since chris ended it.
Getting my dads perspective and knowledge on relationships made me feel alot better but it actually made me hurt even more.
The fact that I completely opened myself to this guy who I was “just a root” to. To this guy who said “let’s see what happens when I get back from the us” then turns around to tell me when he gets back he’ll be back and in a relationship .
Should have just stabbed me frankly.
So not only am I putting up with this hurt I’m also dealing with my own decision to jump into bed with someone I barely know. I feel cheap. I feel used- I feel sad.