I turned my phone on and he hasn't tried to call. No text. NOTHING. I really meant so little to him that he could just walk away and never say another word. It hurts like a rip through my soul. I can't stop crying. How could he loved me so little, that I am so expendable.
I just want to pick up the phone and call him and beg him to tell me why I mean nothing? He knows this is killing me and he really doesn't care. I see that he picked his wife and his family but did he do it for the right reasons? He was always so afraid.
I am supposed to ask myself every time I am going to make a decision, "Is this something a woman who loves herself would do?", the answer is NO to calling him. To spending time going through my phone, looking at all his old texts and pictures. So I am going to leave my phone at home today, charging and I will attempt to feel better about this by the end of the day. I will not worry about why he hasn't called me and focus on what will make me happy. HE DOES NOT MAKE ME HAPPY! I have to believe this!
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