Most days, I just laid in bed staring at the ceiling… wondering where I went wrong.
Wondering how she could do this to me.
The man who had stood by her, supported her, and given her everything she could have ever wanted for more than a decade.
But the worst part of it all wasn’t the sleepless nights, the days spent trying to keep it together at the office, or even the pain of losing my ex to another man.
It was the way the breakup made me feel about myself.
Emasculated. Lost. Ashamed. Weak. Hopeless.
And ANGRY.
Angry at her for betraying me. Angry at the man she betrayed me with. Angry at myself for not seeing it sooner.
But most of all, I was angry that… no matter how much I hated her… I still loved her.
And after everything she did to me, I still wanted her back.
I knew that I was in a bad place.
More importantly, I knew I couldn't get through this alone.
Because "Manning Up" wasn't working.
So I called the only person I could think of for help...