Last night I dreamed his new girl moved all her furniture (including a mini Christmas tree in the kitchen), her dog, and her mother into his apartment. The two women were smokers.

I wish I could get past this one. Time has helped but everytime I see him I hurt again. Especially because I can't risk trying to be friends with him. I don't know how I would even get to that point. I'm still angry for his actions and (more to the point) I'm angry that I hurt myself again. AGAIN. You'd think I would have learned this lesson by now.

Same song. umpteenth verse.