Okay. Bit calmer since last night and slightly less angry. I think what just fucks me off is his inability to acknowledge that he has done wrong, he has hurt my feelings unnecessary... and he can't just say sorry. It's not rocket science. He said "it's not the end of the world is it"...and although, technically it is not the end of the world, it feels like the comings of to me, as it just reinforces the view that we are not working, we're not going to be happy, and the demise of our relationship is inevitable.

In other news, I look fat, pretty much 100% of the time, and it's fucking me off.