It's amazing how quickly things can change.
The Boy slept with someone else Thursday night so I finished with him.
The old V without imminent surgery would've sat and agonised over why it happened, and The Profile would've been blamed at some point.
I'm so glad that I can just shrug off the whole thing now. To be honest it was quite hard to open up fully to him about the whole thing and it really is a journey I've made thus far on my own, and think it's better in the long run if I finish it alone too.
Sounds depressing: but really, I feel OK about the whole thing.