Urgh writing this down makes it all real, I guess I’ve been burying my head in the sand these past few days. Yes I’m devastated that he’s had sex with someone else, but I can understand why. He has needs and I obviously don’t make him happy, so maybe I need to change. It’s just really hard to think of my life without him he’s become such a big part. I can talk to him about anything, we have so much fun, he makes me feel safe, like I say everything was going so great, no signs of him being drunk, but then he does that. It might have been because he was drunk but he keeps saying its only sex and doesn’t matter, that I’m making a big deal out of it, and maybe I am. I just think sex should be between people who love eachother, not ****buddies or anything. I don’t know maybe I’m a prude.
Sorry I make so little sense, I’m confusing even my self. Blame the vodka.
I just really wish it hadn’t happen and I didn’t have to make a decision. I did see him, to apologise for what I did when he told me, but it felt weird, fake. He thinks we can move on, I want to talk about everything, but I don’t know if I can bear to. It’s hard cos all my family and friends loved him, he was one of us, but now it’s all messed up and crap.