Seems like I do this a lot.... skip out on posting. I sometimes feel like I have nothing to say that anyone would want to hear. Sad, isn't it? That we can let ourselves get to a point where we feel our words are insignificant.
I stepped up today and said no more. I expressed my concerns to someone I didn't think was seeing exactly what he was doing to me.
Of course, that blew up in my face when he seemed to not care at all.
Dating, it seems, is a bad choice for me. 11 months to the day since I asked Will to leave and where am I? No better off. No worse off, that's for sure, but... when is it my turn?