I wish I was big enough to say “I hope you’re happy. I hope you find what you’re looking for. Go in peace and let’s be friends.” I’m not that evolved. Really, I hope you are miserable. I hope you regret what you did to me. I hope you feel small. I hope you realize what a fool you’ve been and that you made a huge mistake. I hope all of your friends and family tell you that, too. I hope you are suffering even a tenth of what I’m going through. I hope you miss me and I hope your weekends suck as much as mine.
It’s been two months since the end of my relationship and I STILL feel this way. I want and wish I could be a *bigger* person and wish him well, but I don’t. I want him to be miserable without me. I want him to miss me every waking second (actually, I want him to miss me in his dreams, too). I doubt he even thinks about me even a tenth of how much I think about him, but whatever. I’m convinced he’s already moved on to another relationship, as that is just who he is – someone who immediately jumps from one relationship to the next.
I know you are hurting and I can relate and commisserate with you. Hoping that the hurt eases and that your feelings for him fade. You’ll come out of this stronger and better. So will I. Afterall, we have to, because what is the alternative?
Wishing you the best,