I can't believe you haven't written. You just excised me from your life to follow someone new. Someone with whom you put your reputation and career, the things you told me I had to make sacrifices for, in jeopardy. I am actually reaching the anger stage of this (I think I went through despondency first) and the ridiculousness and pettiness and plain stupidity is starting to hit me.
I still love you, and I know the anger has to come so I am not sending any of this to you, but I wish you knew how much hurt you caused with your words and actions. I still wish we were together everyday, but I need to heal before that is possible and I don't know if/when that day will come. It will be a long, long time. I will miss you but you are not going to be a part of my life and that isn't my fault.