And just like that, it’s over. No more boyfriend.

And just like that, it’s over. No more boyfriend.

I’m trying to figure out how I feel. I keep comparing it to how I felt about Don when that ended. So not very long ago. This feels a lot different, and I’m trying to figure out why. I wonder if breaking up with someone and then breaking up with someone else in such quick succession has kind of numbed me to the pain of it.

The inner dialogue goes: “Well, ya, so that happened again. Am I going to feel like shit for a long time? Again? How long? Because I’m not up for that. I’m opting out this time.”

This time, I have more of a choice about how I want to grieve this ending. I’m not laid out flat devastated. But that’s clearly a function of the fact I’m in a much stronger place mentally than I was when it ended with Don. Because I truly am.

I’m angrier with David than I was with Don. I was never angry with Don. And that’s where I’ll stop the comparisons because it even still hurts to revisit the Don thing.

I’m angry with David, but it’s lessening. He’s gotten a piece of my mind. I haven’t exactly skewered the man. I could have, but I chose not to. Because I can’t skewer someone for doing what they think is right and best for them. Plus, when you love someone, you want them to be true to themselves. You don’t want…