Sad and lost

He left me, for real this time, just like he said he never would.

The saying,

'If he wanted to, he would'

sticks to me like tar.

He took my baby dog with him and my heart is broken. Sometimes I look at the photos and try to remember stroking his silky fur and soft ears whilst watching TV together. It makes me cry. I feel the loss of them both hit me like a hammer all over again.

How can a person switch their feelings off and become instantly cold unless the feelings were never real to begin with.

I feel betrayed, like I've lost my best friend.

I have no one to be close with now, no one who knows me quite the way he did.

I'm losing grip on my life, stuck in an unfulfilling job, friendless, stagnant and grieving.

Was I treated how I deserved to be? Definitely not, but I still want our little life back.