it's official.

He doesn't love me and that's it. I'm at my parents house now and soon it will be my house too. Two weeks notice to the boss tomorrow. Then pack. Then move.

I can't believe this. I keep thinking about all the things we had together, the trips and the fun and he just doesn't want me anymore. Why?

But I realize now that there is nothing I can do. No matter how much I try.

He's always been the one thing I had, no matter what - we were a team. It's so hard to comprehend that's not going to be there anymore.

What do I do with my life now?

I move home. I spend a few weeks laying on the sofa crying. I find a new job. I get an oil change for my car.

And hopefully I'll get my money from him.

Then down the line I'll get myself an apartment downtown again. I'll loose weight. Maybe I'll find someone else or maybe I won't.

I do know now that my life as I've known it is over, maybe for the better - but right now it feels like for the worst.

I love him, he doesn't love me. The end.