How did I get here

Well here it is. I've moved. Can't say that this is what I want but this is my life now and I have to figure out how to live it. So I'm writing you (instead of unpacking) pardon the typos, I'm on my phone.
And he's never going to see or feel what I did.
And now I have to figure out the friendly.....
I can't do it the way it was, let's face it I don't know how to stop doing it but I have to try. I wish I was so busy my head was spinning, but I'm not. I'm alone on my floor starring at my stuff and wondering how I got here. I'm sure suddenly there will be fewer social events.
Dear heart, let him go, move on. (problem other men disgust me and no one lives up to the standard)
Too bad this is really just the beginning of the healing.
Maybe someday he will get it.
Most likely not
So scatter