I’m angry that your life goes on while I still love you.
I’m mad that you’ve cost me a fortune in massages, flights, therapy, and self-help books. And vodka.
I’m annoyed that you’re still going to Italy this weekend. Without me.
I’m furious that you’ve ruined pizza for me.
I’m cross about the conversation we had on the Friday night in New York when you accused me of being a bad role model.
I’m livid that you apologised the next day, when you clearly didn’t mean it.
I’m angry that I still love you while your life goes on.
Pizza of Doom 
Welcome to the anger phase 🙂
It’s a good thing I have boxing tonight. Stupid boy. I’d like to kick him. Hard. But I’d also like to snog his face and marry him. This is exhausting.
A confusion I’m only too well familiar with!!! Be sure to let us all know when you finally see which one of those outcomes is the true sensation of your heart – cuz I’ll be damned if I can ever figure it out for myself X_X
Incidentally, you should maybe set a goal sometime to order yourself up a pizza (doesn’t have to be on the same Tuesday ‘pizza night’) and maybe eat it WHILST making a list of stuff like this?? You’d be empowering yourself, taking back your ability and desire to eat pizza while also helping yourself get over him even more? Just a thought.
Yup yup. I’ve had this same thought re the pizza. I’m a while from it yet. But it will happen one of these days. AHAHAHAHAHHHH I miss him so much. You know when you physically feel that pain in your chest that knocks your breath out of you for a couple of seconds?
Need to go and box it out. x
Yes, woman, you go and do that! If you must visualize his snog-worthy face on the punching bag, so be it! It’s only temporary anyway. I know the whole love/hate thing can be quite maddening… and aye, that ache in your chest is so difficult to bear at times.
I hope you feel better after the exertion! One day we’ll all lift a glass to you here on WP when you finally come on and blog about having eaten a slice of pizza again, even if it had to get a little soggy from the extra flavouring of tears xoxo
Ha ha! Love that. Isn’t it ridiculous? I can’t eat pizza. But when I can it will be oh-so-meaningful. And in the meantime I’ve lost 15 lbs. No bad thing. Looking forward to holding my WP Pizza Party one day x
That’s so beautifully written about such a sad thing. I wish I could express myself as well as you!
Aww, thank you, girl. That means a lot. I think you express yourself very well. Always reading your posts x