Pride, my enemy.

So two stupid Swarovski bracelets put me in a bad mood and made me somewhat emotional tonight. Why am I upset? I was doing just fine until he dropped the girls off. I've realized that I absolutely hate to see him. And it's not like I see him and I think, "Damn, he's so good-looking and he's not with me." Instead, what really crosses my mind is, "Eeew, he's fat and has a beer gut and it bothers me that he has no neck and what's up with those ugly ass shoes," and yet, it affects me that he, dorky-looking guy, dumped me. I mean, I, the awesomest girl in the universe, got dumped and by whom and for whom. I admit it, it kills me. So I've come to the conclusion that what truly hurts me is my damn pride. Yup, I suffer from major pride issues and knowing that I've been hit where it hurts me the most, is what makes me fall back into this pattern of ups and downs. What I truly need to do is learn to fight this problem, or as my book calls it, my stronghold (or bondage). Once I let that go, I know I will be completely and utterly healed. So how do I let that go? Prayer? Spells? Time? Truly, it sucks.