I'm still angry. Angry and hurt, and ready to move on with my life. I'm not sure if that's a horrible thing to say or not, but the more I think about the situation, the worse I feel.
I think everyone still thinks him to be a good guy, but I can't anymore. I think about what happened, and my history, and I get MAD. I think back to how things were before it all fell apart and I get even madder! Mostly at myself.
I've got these kids to take care of, and a house to keep in order, so I can't let myself get depressed again. I really just want to move somewhere and disappear... a fresh start.
I'm wondering what he's telling everyone, and if I should delete our joint friends from my facebook. I wonder if I should delete his family. They did help out last year, but everything dropped off after that. My family has been awesome, but I wait for the day that they stop helping. I'm stressing about stuff so much I can't concentrate in my classes.
And if anyone wants to know what happened, I will talk privately. I don't know how he expects me not to tell anyone.