I don’t think I’ll be putting myself out there again anytime soon.
This was too much for me. Now I’ve apparently been “ghosted” which has never happened to me before.
Another empty promise made.
I forgot how much all of this hurts and right now I don’t need it.
This will be my first Christmas without my Dad then on January 11th it’s my birthday but also the day he died. No much to look forward to. I thought I would have someone to look to forward to but that blew up in my face. I’m used to it, I’ll get over it. Maybe.