Today was actually a good day. I made it through the day without crying. It was a first.
Today I realized -- yet again -- that I didn't do anything wrong. The only thing I'm guilty of is falling for a man. And that wasn't my fault because he did everything he could to make me.
Today I finally understood -- yet again -- that no matter how much I love this man, I can't love him enough to make him want a better life. I can't love him enough to make him love himself.
Today I decided that no matter how much I miss him, I can't make him miss me enough to want me and the life we had back. I also decided that I can celebrate the memories for the wonderful things they were.
I'm trying. And soon I'll succeed in getting over New Boo. One step at a time.