i just read that, and it brought me back to thinking about these past months. I'm happy i found out, and i'm happy i left him. I've been so much happier, and i feel like i've grown a lot. it's been two months and i can stand on my own two feet. There are days he'll come to mind, but that quickly passes. It's never "i miss him", it's always "i'm so happy i caught that before it got ugly". I don't miss him, i don't want him as my friend, and i never want to speak to him again.
I've been living my life at it's fullest.
we'll see!
