Acceptance is finally sinking in. At some point one has to decide to stop crying over spilled milk and move on. Men lie,women lie and that’s a fact of life. I think responding well is half the battle. At this point random crying spells are starting to abate. It still sucks but it’s not the end of the world. You think about the good times and you miss them. But you realize that at the end of the day you don’t want someone who doesn’t want you and that you can’t love anyone into loving you. Life goes on.

Day three