"In such instances the untidy reality of history is beside the point."
- John Tosh, The Pursuit of History, 5th ed.
It would be a half an hour until D-Day except for the fact that the weather is reflecting my mood (it is a small-scale blizzard) and there is no point in going outside. I texted Cowboy and told him I am not going all the way up to where he works in this weather and if he still wants to talk he can meet me closer to my house. He hasn't answered yet, but I wouldn't expect him to answer while he is still working.
All day, people have been telling me I shouldn't feel so bad about what I have to say to him. He is the one that dumped me, and I need to look at my own happiness.
I know that is a very good point, but I also know that I still feel like crap and it won't go away.
I hope we reschedule this so that I don't have to deal with it.
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