So, I think I'm starting to finally heal. It's hard to believe that it was almost two months ago that I finally broke up with Stephen. And that I'm finally reaching the point where I'm not continually hurting. Don't get me wrong, it still hurts, but it's not an all-consuming pain. I'm not crying myself to sleep at night anymore. The nightmares have faded. I'm not full of rage. I don't wanna physically hurt Stephen or anyone anymore.
In fact, when I think of him, everything is kinda numb. There is still the dull pain in my chest and occasionally a flicker of anger. But for the most part, I don't feel much about it. Okay, and yes, a bit of sadness. I did love him, even if he didn't love me.
Even though all of this has been on hell of a rollercoaster, I am finally making it through the day without to much trouble. I've almost completely stopped mentioning him in conversation and I'm finding that he creeps into my mind a litte less each day.
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