Hi, Butterfly.

Wondering if any of it was “real” was something I struggled with, too. I know it was real for me, and I imagine that pieces of it were real for her, but much of it was nothing more than a game of deceit for her. And with so much deceit, the pieces that were real were like the kernels of half-truths wrapped in a Gordian knot of lies. And half-truths are whole lies.

What bothers me about the “reality” of our relationship was that I know now that the person for whom I cared so deeply, and loved so comprehensively, was, in the end, just a composite of illusions, just a phantom. And now that everything is over, even though I know it was all BS, I still have those lingering feelings of caring, love, and compassion for her. That’s the hardest pill to swallow.

Good for you for not replying to his texts. The woman I was involved with pulled that poo, too.

Feel free to vent anytime.

Stay strong.

CMI