I am fine. Actually I am great; I am far more myself than I ever was with him. I just don't really give a damn anymore, other than feeling a bit stressed about the summer, but I have every right to. I have so many wonderful people who choose to be in my life, why fret over someone who doesn't want to? I'm not so sad anymore. To be honest I'm angry with everything that happened but I think that means I am finally moving forward.