I just ended a relationship with someone I'd been seeing for a year and a half. I should be thinking about her, either mad or sad or something. But mostly, I've been thinking about the ex, the cheater.
I guess each failed try at something with someone knew sends me back to this place of hopelessness. I wonder if I will ever again feel love like that. Or did she kill it, when she betrayed me? Will I ever be truly over it?
It's been five years. I'm sick of it, and sick of myself for still going there.