Permanently ending contact...

I feel this sick, icy dread in the pit of my stomach. Almost as if I am going to puke, fear scratching at the back of my throat. I changed my number and now there really is no going back. I have had to announce to all of my friends that I am changing my number. The calls are already pouring in, why did you do it? What is going on? I can't even answer them right now. I make up some excuse about work and get off the phone.
 
It is terribly, terribly painful to do this. It is admitting to myself that there is no hope for the dream I had with him. It makes me sick when I think about the way he dragged his daughter into it. Telling her about the babies we are going to have together, seeing her face light up.
 
I was just interrupted... Ugh!!!