Miserable. Can't muster will to get out of bed. Wondering if he's still in Bensalem or if he's headed home. Wondering if he's told his family we're through. Depressed over fact that he hasn't called/texted/emailed. I called him last Wednesday; sounded so cold, unhappy to be hearing from me.
Just need to accept that it's done and over. Fucking waste of four years.