It’s all I think about, but so far things are gently improving.
The Luddite and I are no longer an item. He didn’t do anything wrong or bad, I’m not crying in my beer, I think he’s a very nice man and I’m not looking for a replacement. In fact, I think the world would be a better place, at least for me, if I just completely gave up on trying to jam myself into anything resembling a relationship. I’m kinda difficult.
