I ended up crazy in love with him, and told him, and he told me he doesn't really like big girls. And now, a year later, he is dating someone from my very close-knit workplace. I introduced her to him and now they're thick as thieves. Now I'm reminded that I'm not good enough for him every time I see her, and it makes me ill. The Afterthought Dear Afterthought, Find yourself a new best friend, maybe even two or three of them, and when you do, you can tell them the story of you and Mr. Gorgeous and learn how to tell it for laughs.
Comedy puts the painful episode at arm's length, and self-pity accepts it as a lifelong curse.
Ignore his new romance, except as you can joke about it. I was raised with the expectation that I would have a career. But I have absolutely no idea what I want to do. I love taking care of my family and I am good at it. I have the time to nurture friendships, volunteer at my children's school, write letters to the editor, plan great birthday parties and bake the cake, but I can't shake those internal tapes that tell me that I am wasting my education and my potential.