Still feel sick about the whole thing.
Not sure how you can hold so much love and hurt in the same space, not to mention the yearning and anger and self-hatred all fighting it out in there, too.
Please let this get better soon, Jesus Christ. Even my tarot cards are sick of me.
So I finally cut him off and then last night I had a dream that he showed up at my door and wanted to go to therapy with me.
My subconscious is a DICK.