35As I stomped across the room, my thoughts roiled with regret and sad nostalgia for the life I’d lost...also superheated hatred for my ex-boyfriend. I hated him for his gutlessness, his cheating, his lousy timing. I hated him for carpet-bombing my perfectly good life into oblivion.
I hated myself, too, for not picking up on any of the clues that must have been there. For not seeing it coming. For not stopping it somehow.
And I hated myself for letting it upset me, for letting him get to me. He didn’t deserve my sadness or my anger. He didn’t deserve any claim on my emotions after what he’d done.
I was better than that.
It was time to get hold of myself. Stopping in my tracks, I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. Then again, and again. I forced myself to calm down in sp
