The end of the beginning....
I miss my home. I moved out this past week. Me and my fiance split up. It was a very hard decision for me to make, but necessary. I refuse to go through the same thing I went through with my past marriage. I deserve to be with someone that respects and loves me enough to be honest and loyal. I love her very much still, but there is no longer any trust. I've moved out and someone else has already moved in. The thought of someone else living in my home and other guys being there makes me sick to my stomach. While I'm sitting here torturing myself and falling into a depression, she is out there acting like nothing ever happened. Today I've come to the realization that she just doesn't care. Probably never did. I don't know what hurts worse. Knowing that or knowing that I've lost someone that I considered my best friend. My soul mate. The woman I planned on spending my life with. Oh well.... I just needed to vent. And I know that no one gets on here anymore.