You post your heartbreak as loudly as you post your love. I want to tell you a million things. I want to tell you, "Welcome to my world." I want to tell you, "I understand your pain and confusion, and I am sorry you are feeling this." I want to tell you, "Shut up, little girl. I told you there would be crying."
If you come to me for solace, perhaps I will say some of the things I am thinking. I do feel pity for you, having gone through this myself so many times. The emptiness, the sadness, the grief - they come in waves just like for a dead loved one. You have to go through a mourning.
What will you do if he comes back again, little girl, old soul, unwanted sister? We both know he will gladly go back to your bed. It is a given. He will go back to her bed, too. And to mine. But what will you do? You said you couldn't put yourself through that again, and I hope for your sake that you are stronger in your resolve than I am in mine. You thought you could change him, but I knew better. I know better. He is himself, and he "loves" each of us, all of us, but he LOVES only himself.
Some part of you must have known he would go. Now you get the pain of ignoring your very smart guts. Shut up, little girl. Cry quietly in the corner like the other women.
