So...

It's officially over and was done as mutually and amicably as possible. I'm a little teary and tired (hey, it's midnight and I've been on the phone for 2 hours) , but I'm kinda at peace with it. Sort of.

We're ok. We think it's the right thing and we're going to try to remain friends, if that's possible. He's free to contact me whenever he wants.

Tomorrow might be another matter, but for now, I'm ok.

12.05 am. A new day starts...

Update: So I'm not doing as well as I thought I would. Really not well at all. I realised I haven't eaten since yesterday afternoon. I was supposed to go to two interviews today, but I cancelled one and postponed the other. I rang someone just to talk to and was asked what I was going to do for the rest of the day. I said I'd probably watch Dr Phil and I had an accupuncture appointment. They said it was good I had something to look forward to today. I said yeah, I get to see that other peoples' lives are more depressing than mine and then I'll go and have needles stuck into my head.