Well, it appears this will be my last entry. Mr. Hand has decided instead of stepping up and leading this relationship to walk away from it. I’m disappointed that I believed promises, but he didn’t keep them. I’m disappointed that he doesn’t understand the meaning of a relationship. I’m disappointed in myself for letting myself get so attached. I went into this taking a huge risk, knowing I wouldn’t be able to handle another heartbreak. It’s not his fault, I know this. It’s mine.
I cry not because I lost things, but because the connection I wanted so badly just got ripped away from me even though I didn’t do anything wrong.
And so, the man I wanted, the man I had, is gone. I guess it’s time to start over. Again.