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It's been a fucked up evening.

I don't know exactly what to say.

It's over, we ended it.

Neither of us ended up being happy, and I think this is for the best. We're both moving on. I hope we can remain friendly.

At a peak, I never felt as loved, as lusted after, as understood. I am better than I was two years ago. I am glad that we were together for as long as we were. If I regret anything it's not talking more about the things that were bothering me and listening better. And telling my mom to butt out more often.

In the end, I accept my role here. I'm sad and upset. It will take some time but I'll be okay.

I like you, folks I met through maureen. In real life as well as here. I would understand if you didn't want to talk to me anymore; you'll hear her side of the story and you'll make your own decision.

If you like talking to Maureen, keep talking to her. There's not going to be some "Team Matt" or "Team Maureen" thing happening.

More emo posts to come, I'm sure.

AMF.