It’s been a couple of months since she dropped the bomb that she was walking out. She was fucking someone within at most a few weeks of leaving. The dog and I are getting used to being alone and the nights are not quite as hard as they used to be. But the loneliness still sucks.

The other night I was about to do my journaling before passing out when for some reason it popped up in my mind that she’s probably still banging said dude. It’s like the worst possible thing to think about at the end of the night because now I’m infuriated and disgusted by who she’s become. She’s become Machiavellian where she used to be honest compassionate caring and even uncomfortable with doing something dishonest or immoral. It’s unreal.. that’s all. Just needed to dump my thoughts. Thanks for reading.