This week has been hard for a number of reasons...
Last Sunday night I called my ex back (he had left a voicemail message). I called him back to arrange a time to get my stuff back from him. (He was insisting on driving down in his new car to give it to me).
Anyway, we talked for about 45 minutes and it was almost like we were still going out, except that he told me (out of the blue) that he had met someone he was attracted to, and had been attracted to him, when he went out to dinner with a friend from work.
He told me that he was frustrated because he wasn't able to pursue anything because he didn't know where he would be in 2 months time (he is trying to find full-time work).
I was really hurt and I told him so. I also told him it wasn't fair etc. Anyway, we kept talking for about 20 mins more and after we arranged to meet up on Friday the call was over.
As soon as we hung up I started to cry and shake. I felt terrible. Thank God for Z, she was the only person who picked up the phone.
I sat in my car at the Safeway car park and cried over the phone for about half an hour.
I felt like crap.
I got home eventually, spoke to some other friends, studied for a little while, and then went to bed.
I will type the rest later...it does get worse...I just don't have the patience to write for the next half hour.
I am feeling better now (I am not as over him as I thought though )
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