boooo.

My Ex is now engaged to the ´Tart He Left Me For´.

They have been together for less time than for how long I was with him. It´s a weird feeling, especially since my best friend is also getting married and I´m going to be a bit part of the wedding. And I´m still not sure about how I feel about him. I just haven´t been able to move on, no matter how hard I´ve tried. I´m still so bitter about the whole thing. For a while it felt like I was ready to move on, and meet new people and have an actual life. Then he flipped out when he lost a couple of CDs, remembered I still had some house keys, called me to demand them back, and when I denied all knowledge of them, he stormed down to my new house and threatened to set fire to it. He spent 30 hours in a police cell, and I head back to Somerset to get away for a while, only to end up almost killing myself in a car accident.

I think I´m still angry. I think I could even say I hate this man. And until I can say that I have no feelings towards him at all, I´m not going to want to meet anyone. And as I´m still living out of a suitcase (thankfully in a nice flat with no German Shepherds) it´s not going to happen for a while.

Sigh.

I just wish I wasn´t torturing myself with facebook stalking. Booo.