I might be a fool, but I'm not crazy

Let's see...has anything interesting happened since my last post...let me think...I had the most awesome Subway sandwich to day, I ate a pizza while watching the Shawshank Redemption with my best friend. That's about i---oh I almost forgot! THE WOMAN I THOUGHT WAS MY GIRLFRIEND HAS BEEN SEEING ANOTHER MAN FOR THE PAST MONTH.

Let's talk about that a bit eh, probably more interesting than the Meatball Marinara with honey-mustard sauce I had.
So, in part due to my inquisitive nature, in part due to this blog, I found out that there was another 'me'. Let's call this man Ozzy and say he's no less a victim than I am. That day, when I took a risk and sent him a message on Facebook after he commented on my previous post, we both found out we'd been tricked. We'd been had, we'd been conned, lied to, back-stabbed and royally fucked.

By her. I won't even give her the satisfaction of posting her name, but I know she's here, around, lurking and smirking at the two of us, fools as we might have been.

Anyways, that same evening we came into contact and we talked. For 8 hours straight, about all the things that happened to us. All of which turned out to be the exact same things and all of them were a lie. Untruth, make-belief, whatever you want to call it.
She never 'loved' either of, she never intended for either of us to come over and visit and show her how we felt. Because what we felt was real, what she felt....who knows, who's to say she felt anything at all.

At the end of that day, I felt empty. I had already formally broken up with her a few days prior but for other reasons. I had no reason to believe any of this could ever be true. But it was, is, and instead of feeling sadness for losing her, I now only feel bitterness, hate and regret.
I fell for it again, the same old thing and once again I ignored every piece of sound advice anyone had given me. So, I deserved it, again, for being a stubborn dumbass.

Most of that has subsided now. After days of talking to Ozzy, I found out how similar we really are, apart from a few differences like age, location and experience in certain areas of life. I'd like to claim this will never happen to me again but of course I can never be sure.

All I can do now is hope that over time, my bitterness will subsided and I'll be able to trust a person who claims to love me again without doubting their true intentions. Until that day, I'll just be me again, lonely but....not alone.