Not Alone, Not In Love, Not Sure

Well, to say shit hit the fan is probably an understatement for the happenings of the last two or three days. I've lost track of what it's been now. He broke up with me with no more reason than to say he wasn't ready for a relationship after I moved 2,000 miles for him, amongst a good many other things. He didn't particularly care if I left to sleep at a shelter, and I can't say I'm particularly happy with him. However, I can't say I made all the right choices, either. Giving up everything for him was a mistake. Perhaps it works for some, but it didn't in this case. Some small part of me is still looking for love, but I'm hoping the next time I find myself falling I will fall for the right reasons and be treated the right way, even if it's not forever... A friend of mine, well, at that point a contact more than a friend, offered me his couch when he found out what was going on. Kevin is a sweetheart, and I couldn't possibly be more thankful for a man I feel I barely know. I hope I can make the right choices concerning my future, though it looks like my only option will be to try to get on my feet in Washington while living with my ex-husband. We aren't getting back together, not by any means, but he's being kind and generous and helping me out, so I can't complain. Hope pops up in the oddest of places...