Getting there

I feel a lot less negative than I've done for these past weeks. I had a long conversation with E. on the phone last Thuesday, and it sorta opened my eyes. It is not me who needs to feel sorry for myself, it's him. Not because he lost me, but simply because he has made such a mess out of his life.

It's too early to say I'm happy to go along without him, but I do have to say that, looking from another perspective at all this, maybe it's for the better that we've split up. I don't feel like being his shrink kinda person anymore. I owe him nothing of that type, since he has broken up with me, and quite frankly, I don't want to do it anymore.

It still takes a bit of getting used to, but the most important thing is: I'm getting there!