It hurts. When he goes out with her. But it hurts less than it used to. Caiti and K are some of the best take my mind off of things people I could ask for. They let me vent and then the subject changes with K and Caiti and I talk about nasty terrible exes. I wish I could handle problems on my own. I wish I knew how to distract myself for three hours. But I can't. I don't know how. I'm not that strong.