Who cares how he feels, what he is thinking, what he doing, how he is reacting, or who he will get involved with. I am done caring. He has infected me with his poison, and I am releasing it. I do not need this, and I do not need him to occupy any of my head space for free. I have given my heart and soul to him, and he stomped on it. He raped and pillaged me mentally and emotionally. He deprived me of a voice. I had no equal voice. F him and the horse he rode in on!!