Break-Ups

So this break-up thing is hard. Even though he did it, I'm pretty sure it was the right thing. He's just not the person I deserve. I deserve all of the warm fuzzies...I deserve to be loved and protected...and dammit I deserve to have someone who wants to see me and wants to love me and wants to call me baby.
But he thinks we can be friends. We can't. I've always felt that you need to make a clean break...it just needs to be over...you can't hang around and keep pouring salt in the wound...it doesn't work that way. But he keeps calling...to chit chat or wish me Happy Easter...actually, last night was the first time he called me sober...he even broke up with me while he was drunk...why do I put up with it?!!? I told him last night that the biggest thing he taught me was that I didn't have to put up with the crap I put up with while I dated him...I loved him so much that I overlooked a lot of bad things because of a few really great ones...and ya know what? That's not good enough. The fact is, I'm done with him, I don't want him anymore...but I'm not quite over the situation...the feeling stupid and used and rejected...that may take a while....for now...this is my mantra "Even with all of the mayonnaise in the world...you can't make chicken salad out of chicken shit..." Too bad I was in love with chicken shit...