I’m starting to feel competitive against him now. Everything he gets, I want. I am jealous that he is out enjoying himself when he should be home hanging his head in shame because he never paid that special attention to his wife and kids. We got the spotlight shone on us. Or we did, but briefly.
I think competitiveness is part of the mourning process for a relationship. I don’t want him but I don’t want anyone else to want him either. I want him to realise what he lost. He doesn’t, and I know he doesn’t but I have no control over that. I know what he lost.
