I went to speak to my ex yesterday. Why the hell did I think that was a good idea? I wanted to know why he'd cheated on me and lied to me... Of course he denied it all, and tried to spin everything round to me being a bad person. And he commented on the new guy I'm seeing, because ex's friend (my old friend... the one he was fucking...) had a thing for him. He told me I was terrible person, that he was disgusted with me for having done this to , that he had no respect for me, that had lied his way into my bed, and that I was an idiot to believe him. And that (of course) he was the only one telling me the truth, and were both lying to me, why couldn't I see that?
Then there were come comments about having ruined his birthday last year, to which I told him to grow the fuck up. It was his idea we went on holiday, and if you go on holiday with a (then) nearly three year old, you won't be able to just kick back the entire time! Twat.
It was a stupid thing to do. What made it even more stupid was I then told about what was said, and he's understandably pissed off about it. He said he's not angry at me, but I shouldn't have told him. Am going to give him some space... I'm so worried he's going to end things before they've even really begun :(
The worst of it is that I still so desperately miss my ex and the friend. I know I'm better off without them, and that I can't trust them at all, but it still hurts, and I feel so very alone, having lost the two people I was closest to in my life.