Adjusting, I guess
So it was weird in the beginning, sort of empty, but not for too long. I was secretly happy the he was trying not to cry at the thought of having to do it. I didn't feel like crying but it was awkward as hell. I chose the ernest approach as opposed to the holier-than-thou, know-it-all, righteous-as-fuck approach. He chose the victimized-I-can't-believe-this, ok-it'll-be-just-the-way-you-want-it approach. It was ok in the end, we've remained friends and I even have a key to his appartment. Yep, Gugu and I broke up.
No more guilt.
No more guilt.