Tromley forgot my birthday. He's going away with his girlfriend because he's spent too much time with me and she's feeling sad.

Fair. Very. I can't argue with this. But my reaction is a huge indication.

I'm really hurt. And it means that I can't be friends with him. Not now, at least. I just can't. I am torturing myself. It's just my fear of hurting someone else.

I want so much to look after myself, but I feel like I would hurt him if I told him to go away. And I don't want to hurt him. But I guess I have to. Because I'm really really hurting. And I can't live like this, it's not fair.

So it's done then, I did it, and I mean it for now. It's done.

Two down, how many more to go?