I think I've gone from anger to depression now. Spent most of the day yesterday in my PJ's when I should of been outside yesterday doing stuff. Just not motivated. Wish Xmas was over with because I just don't care about it. Spent the night last night with the fireplace going reading my Codie No More.
I think it's just hitting me now, and I'm finally, finally, accepting the fact that I hold absolutely no worth to him and I ment nothing, when he ment the world to me. That he's just an incredibly selfish man that I fell in love with. I see this even with her. He can't possibly really love anyone. His humanity is cut off. I was used and discarded like a piece of cheap clothing. That's what he does. And will do again.
I think I'm finally accepting this.....