pour it out…

Ah, I did that once, years ago… poured my heart out to someone who didn’t care… I thought “if only he knew how much I cared he’d come back!” …I could tell he didn’t give a shit by the look in his eyes, on his face… but I kept gushing, he encouraged it actually because he was a dick… then after all that he told me it was too late, he was in love with the woman he cheated on me with. I had been so sure he’d take me back that I didn’t know how to handle it when he didn’t… so I promptly went and bought a bunch of sleeping pills and took them. Of course that didn’t kill me, only messed me up. A worried friend called him asking if he could check on me when I didn’t show up to work (VERY uncharacteristic of me) and his response was cold and heartless. Men have a way of disconnecting themselves emotionally when they decide they’re done. Good luck to you though. *hugs if you need them*