There is nothing quite as cutting as finding out your ex is dating someone new. And that he likes her. Over the past six months I have consoled myself with the idea that I might have lost him as friend and companion but I still had his love. I have continued to talk to him in my mind and include him in my life plan, despite being aware of the fantasy element of this behavior. In defiance of the distance and silence, I considered us still connected somehow. Now I feel embarrassed and a bit pathetic for carrying on and assuming he was to.

My first urge was to "do something about it". Which is more ridiculous than the fact that I am jealous.

Why does it feel like his happiness is at the expense of mine? Ha! This is even more ridiculous than the first two thoughts!