Write more about getting lighter and less about getting over? Ha! Who was I kidding when I wrote that?
This morning two parcels arrived from her, sending back the jewellery and the underwear that i’d bought for her… Ouch! I mean, I’m not a rich man, but I worked hard to buy her Tiffany and Agent Provocateur! I wanted her to have the best. She meant that much. Now it’s back with me…
She left me so unexpectedly that I am left here, still in love, lonely and grieving. I had no idea it was coming…
So weight loss readers, I write this week off, will weigh in on Saturday expecting a gain, then dig deep, get strong, and try to start loving myself, and getting stuck into some healthy eating, but Man, heartbreak readers will understand that I feel broken right now, and I think I finally, truly understand the meaning of broken.
My self esteem and self worth are through the floor. I am doubting myself at every turn. This is not going to be an easy journey, but I still believe, somewhere deep down that I can recover… And because I’ve said it, I will.
It should be noted that this post was written under the influence of Goose Island beer and self pity.
Hahaha! There is always humour in the truth.