Finally Acceptance....

...and with that a slew of new found confidence and a general contentment. Gary's choice of companionship is NOT a reflection on me, rather a sign that he is unable to relate to me. He needs constant banter to crowd his psyche so that he doesn't have the time to sit and actually think about real things. Trust me, I know. For years, I used alcohol as that crutch. Gary uses the internet. Its basically all the same. Except I chose real life over the imaginary world. I chose to face my fears instead of cower to them. He doesn't see any of this, but it is not surprising. Gary never really knew me. And quite honestly, I never knew him until we broke up. Sigh.