….feel as if I made the right decision.
For a month, I was fine. I was fine and nothing could stop me from enjoying the moment, enjoying the experience, enjoying new friends. But it’s those times within that enjoyment where you express what had happened and people look at you as if your stupid. They tell you what I did will never work out. What I did meant nothing to him.
That I wasn’t loved.
It’s those moments where I can’t help but lay here on the bed and feel so sorry for myself thinking whether I should have been selfish or find the strength again to be happy for both of us.