Life As It Is

So it's been about 2 months since the break-up.

He's moved on with some long-legged-I-have-2-last-names chick. That's not the worse part.

He wanted me to meet her. To approve of her. In his own words. Stupidly enough, I obliged and I wanted to shoot myself in the face the whole bloody time.

I am too nice for my own good. I kinda like her too... she's fun... but tall. Too tall.

I came home and threw away everything. His pictures, his notes/letters and even the gifts. I may have told him that I lost my phone and am still deciding on the model I want to purchase.

It's called moving on.