Ahh it hurts. he is married, im single and 20 yrs younger. i am soo obssessed with him and his ways but cut it off because his married and the fear of karma blah blah blah. i cant shake the man out of my system. we work together. he sees me now after i broke it off and rolls his eyes at me. there was nothing physical, all the love was mental and dream like. we would make plans to travel when he had to go away for work then id get pissed off and think that what he does with other women. i now know its not love, its obsession. i googled this sort of relationship and found tons of pathetic and similiar women like myself and felt worse. i spend time googling his name, trying to find pictures of him on the internet. i have even changed my number because of him and well look,im on here on a friday night crying about him. damn this isnt fair. no one else right now would do, i just want him. i changed my number before hoping to cut him out my life and then regave it to him. this time i wont but wonder how he will make an effort to contact me. im miserable. how do i end this as peaceful as possible without acting like i have given in? i want to atleast be friends. he says no, no friendship after love and then he becomes insecure everytime he sees me speak to male co workers
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