In the state of Massachusetts gay marriage is legal. Thought it was the best thing that could have ever happened to myself and my boyfriend. We got married, had a ceremony and reception, the whole bit. Fairy tale sounding, not! I found the the pervert in the shower with a mutual friend of ours, while I was asleep in the apartment.

I had suspected something was going in for awhile, but it wasn't until that unfaithful night when I went in to the bathroom and took a wiz that I would never forget. Now months later I found out that they are engaged. I just can't seem to release the hurt that he caused me. I'm so pissed off that I'm the one that is alone, hurt, and has trust issues, when I was the one that tried everything to make the marriage work. I'm now unhappy and miserable because I just want to move on and I can't find anyone who can understand the reason why I feel the way that I do. Will it ever end? Will I ever feel whole again? Will find someone who I can trust and share my life with?

P.S. The bastard invited me to his wedding. You have got to be kidding me.