Damn you. Geez, we dated for a year and half and you still didn’t know me. Finally I got up the courage to kick you to the kerb. You knew that talking about your ex upset me so you kept on doing it. I told you I wasn’t ready, though I wanted to be. It pissed me off that we couldn’t have a conversation and anything you were angry about was always my fault. And I still love you, and feel lost and alone without you. you supercilious bastard. So now you are happy screwing anything that moves. Well that’s fine by me.