What I have to keep remembering is this:  

I chose, freely, without coercion, to love him like I did. 

He chose, the same way, not to love me. He chose to take what I offered, returning nothing. 

And I chose to keep offering it. It was my choice. 

That’s just gonna hurt.  I was stupid and naive. I thought at some point he’d love me too. That no one can resist being loved without limit, without condition. 

I was wrong. Learn a lesson. Never forget.

It feels good to take my power back. I did this. I can never do it again. Next time I run into a secretive, introverted man obsessed with sex, I’ll run. I don’t care how blue his eyes are. 

Amazing Grace is playing in my car as I write this. Yes, amazing grace. I own my life.  He has no way open to him to manipulate my emotions now, for his own egoic self absorbed pleasure. As it should be. Let him turn to BBB to fulfill that need. 

Onward. Onward.