4 wks ago I busted my ex with another woman. He was working out of town for 1 month, but we were still talking everday and had no clue anything was going on. Then the day he was suppose to come back, he would'nt answer phone. 2 days went by and of course was vey worried. Decided to use cell phone bill and create online acct. B/c the bill wasn't showing phone calls. Anyway discoved this number being used over and over, and after a couple of glases of wine called it and she told be he was his girlfrind and he was right next to her. I heard him the back ground but wouldn't talk to me. And he never has since. Left everything behind. Problem is when on his acct i created a vmail password to chk his messages. So I'm still obsessed with checking to see who is leaving messages. He has changed it a few times but I just keep re changing it. How can I stop myself? I want to move on. Already threw out clothes and posted other items online to sell. Sold 1st one yesterday! Felt great but can stop the urge to check his messages. Also he left a car behind in his name but have title and key. Want to have it towed cause just sitting in my driveway and can't stand anything that reminds of him.Any ideas? Anything would help.Thanks
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