I’ve composed a note to Ian letting him know I’m not happy and that I know about the bitch. Hell even without seeing the texts on his phone all the other signs are there. I know I’ll never be able to replace what we had. And that greatly saddens me. It was so wonderful. He is so attentive and loving. I’m really going to miss that. When he smiles he looks like Sam Elliott. I want out of this. I give up. I’ll never find again what I had with Ian. What made it all that much better was he is only 39. I realize now he will never commit to me no matter how good it is between us.