(Read old posts for context) it’s been three weeks since my breakup and until today I have been severely diagnosed with ONEitis.

Today was the first day since the breakup that I went to the gym, I lifted fucking hard, I was full of anger, dripping in sweat, left the gym shaking wanting to cry but I feel great, better than I have felt in a long time. Don’t know why I didn’t do this sooner.

Something caught my eye that made me smile and put my ONEitis in perspective. I was on the bus and saw this HB-8 with an older guy, he was fat, grey haired, nothing really special about him but she was all over him, whispering in his ear “I want you to fuck me”

It made me smile because this guy had so much game and he was there with a woman no older than 30 and here I am bitching about my fucking ex. Today it stops, today I focus only on myself (and my dog) and get my shit together. I’m sure I’ll feel down on days but in regards to her, I don’t give a fuck anymore. She can fuck around with whoever she wants. A man uses pain to become stronger, a woman will fuck around to fill the void.

Tonight I go home smiling, to a chicken breast, vegetables and Rollos book.

Strength through pain my friends!