[Just like (now that I think about it) the first guy I dated who dumped me on the phone at age 21.) I cried, moaned, yelled, talked to my mother and my best girlfriend and asked the same questions and tried to figure out what had gone wrong.]
I don't know why I decided after all the crying jags that I decided I didn't want to accept that Warren was moving on and trying to go out on "dates" again. I followed suit and I even tried to convince myself that I wanted to try out new things. But the thought of Warren kissing or sticking his cock in some other girl's vagina made me physically queasy and instantly sad.
I almost wish he had and I had been forced to be too hurt that I refused to try to get back together with him.
He claims he only made out and groped a girl's ass that he met on CL. But who knows if that's all maybe one day I find out that he fucked some girl he met off a dating website or CL. I just hope when it happens I don't care. I don't want to care anymore I don't think I could go through anymore if I still cared.
