No, it disappoints me.
I told him I don't love him anymore. That I'm not coming to visit him. He didn't argue or yell, very quiet, very calm. Completely destroyed.
I feel absolutely wretched.
posted by Spark of Life @ 3/07/2006 09:12:00 PM
Spark of Life
I am Jack's internal monologue... My thoughts on life, theatre, David Hyde Pierce, and plenty of other things you probably never wanted to know.
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Tuesday, March 07, 2006
I feel absolutely wretched.
2 Comments:
Do not feel wretched. You did what you had to do. It's hard but don't blame yourself. It does not make you a bad person. I love you and I am here if you need me.
-Jorph
Oh, sweetness, I am sorry. Breakups suck - that is why there are so many songs about it. You were honest, and that is the most important thing. It was best for both of you.
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