Perfect analogy of my ex Corey Newman-Love. Now on to a productive, happy, friend filled day. Was told this morning I am smiling, laughing, relaxed and looking beautiful by 2 separate people. I guess the bruise has gone away!
I fucking tried, and he still left. Don't tell me I didn't try. I know not to make that mistake again, and if it means being bitter and unhappy, then that will have to do, as I can't deal with this pain any more.