what a life

I just wrote in someone else's journal that I haven't written in a long time. That made me come here. Well he continued to go over to the building where she works & every time I had a gut feeling & asked. He would alwaysnsay yes I went to get newspapers that a patient saves for me. Suddenly one day I said to myself.... If he was really sorry for what he did & he knows I don't want him going to the other building .. He's not sorry & you know what? I don't care anymore. I love him but I'm not in love with him. As far as I care he can go whenever he wants. I can't believe how upset I was when I caught him. It wasn't the way I would normally react. It makes me mad that I was so weak. I don't need him to go with me places. I am learning to go by myself & I'm enjoying it. I'm too old to start over again so I won't. I will just enjoy life! Sorry just rambling!