It still hurts a lot, but it does for different reasons. First there was the pain of having my heart broken in a million pieces. Then there was the pain of feeling lonely and missing the past. Now it’s humiliation. Humiliation for having misjudged someone so much, for seeing something so different from the truth and letting it hurt me in ways I wouldn’t think possible.
I will probably never forgive him, but I need to forgive myself.