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Never have I felt so raw and vulnerable and pathetic and desperate and alone. I wasn’t just crying for him. I was crying for every man who ever left, who ever lied, who ever didn’t want me, who passed the time with me even though he didn’t care about me. I cried for the college girl who drank and kissed too much to cover her pain. I cried for the adult woman who couldn’t trust men.

I cried because I’m 28 and feel too old to be wasting time with the wrong man. I cried because I wanted it to mean something. And because it never had. And because I was scared to let it. I cried because I didn’t know how I’d ended up here and because all of my friends were right when they warned that this casual fling was a bad idea.