To quote the yoof, "I am so over it".

In English that means I am past sad, angry yes but not sad anymore.

It's not me left with the regrets. I had a whale of a time, I tried and enjoyed lots of naughty stuff and learnt a lot.

Shame about the ending, honesty would have been better.

So, bring on new new joys.

I have been thinking about the true nature of tragedy. I think it involves people bringing about their own downfalls. Lack of self-awareness, honesty and courage have big roles to play.

Therefore in my head there is a remedy. Acknowledge who you are, what you do/have done and make a resolution to either accept the consequences or make changes to alter things.

Perhaps I should study philosophy or, maybe, take my own advice and move on, or both.

Yes this is specifically for one person but they appear to have disappeared, this does not mean it isn't a valid thing for me to say.

I want to feel chased not chaste.

I seem to have a literary bent too.

Sitting here like Venus on a Rock Bun.

Not sure of literal meaning but YOU know what I mean.

Just wondering about all the accusations of people being "fakes". I'm wondering if this just means a difference in definitions, coupled with a little bit of rigid thinking.

Call me picky if you like but I will not even read anything in text speak. It's sloppy and lazy.

Off on my hols on Saturday. Time out and chance to unwind. :)

No more cryptic messages from me. I've simply given up on waiting and I'm sad.

Tap, tap, tap.

Redundant fingernails on a hard surface.

Tap, tap, tap.

Enigmatic? Moi?

Did you know, the firmer you grasp a nettle the less it stings?

How long should I wait before I assume that contact has stopped rather than keep holding on. Answers on a postcard please. Or an e-mail if you can remember my address.

A week is a long time in my life especially when someone has been here every day.

So I'm much calmer at the moment.

Minimal contact resumed but still on long term hold.

Wondering how long I'll be in Limbo.

Maybe life will intervene.

Up and down, up and DOWN. Sadly that's just me mood.

After a very low weekend my sense of humour seems to be back.

It's so much better when I can laugh at myself.

No where near ready to move on but I can see a future.

Now I'm angry and sad in equal measure

Talking myself round to being sane again.

We talked. We agreed not to talk till he was sorted. Managed three days without talking. It was all going well but then he blew it again. Couldn't make the break. So now it's back to no contact till he's sorted.

What a mess!

What was that song.........?

I wanna break free.

Not sure if I do.

But some how we have to stop hurting each other.

What started out as some naughty fun turned into a deep emotional link. To cut a long story short. We were both married to other people and my husband persuaded my to try and make our marriage work (again). So I asked for space from my love to try and sort things out. Then my love started to worrry and worry about what I was doing. I actually wasn't doing anything with anybody.

There were lots of other things going on in both our loves at the time.

So I get a text telling my he has found someone else. I didn't accept this and we kept on talking and texting and we agreed we would get back together.

The plan was that he would gently let her down and we were planning for a grand reunion.

But he can't bring himself to let her go, she is too dependant on him. In the meantime I ask some direct questions and discover that within a couple of months of the initial "cooling off" he had pursued and was meeting this other person. I am distressed not only by the speed with which this was done but that all that time I was being asked very frequently whether I was looking for someone else, I wasn't.

So now I've bitten the bullet and said, sort yourself out and then get back in contact.

Maybe it should have been a clean break in the first place, maybe I should have told my husband no, maybe all kinds of things should have been done differently.

So I'm sad because I miss him, I'm sad because we have broken something beautiful and I am sad because it has made me doubt what I thought we had.

For mature adults we have made a bigger mess than any inexperienced teenagers.

We met on here, sometime he might come on here and read this.

In the meantime thanks to all the kind strangers who have asked what is wrong, I hope your "random acts of kindness" bring you instant karma.

How sad that things change. Fools together and now not so.