The inevitable happened and he has moved on. I saw him last evening smiling and talking to another, very near our favourite haunt. The hurt was too much like a stab in the heart and the pain radiating all over.

Why do some people move on quickly while others like me continue in agony? I could easily be one of those  who get consumed with jealousy and follow him around. Is he calling her the same names he called me... I wonder. Have they...? I ache but in all this I do realise I could so go crazy with hurt and jealousy.

Woke up this morning resolved to shoo these thoughts away from my mind and blog about it and let it blow in the wind so that tonight I'm free of them. But can I really be free of my evil eye and thoughts, I wonder?