I don't think about him nearly as much as I used to, and this marks the end of week 3. I now miss him for an hour or so, whereas I used to miss him for hours and hours on end. If I cry about him, it's short, maybe a half hour, whereas I used to cry all night long. I really try to just brush him out of my mind whenever I can. And if I can't, I concentrate and force myself to think of all the terrible things about him and the terrible ways he treated me and devalued our relationship. Whenever I see him and he says he's happy to see me? What a slap in the face! He had a long time to be with me, to see me, but he refused to, and now he thinks he can just carry on as friends? I feel insulted and rejected all over again. The only real thing that's keeping me from missing him and becoming depressed is by being angry with him. Yet, a part of me is terrified of him moving on. I have a lot of trouble facing the finality of things, facing that, this really is the end. I guess that's why I try not to think about it, and I try to think about, or become obsessed with, other things in my life. I really want to meet someone new. I want to move on before him. I no longer feel that heightened anxiety. I can sleep and eat again, and he's no longer on my mind 24/7.