After a break-up

After a break-up.
Today, is Tuesday. It’s been ten days since my boy friend dumped me for another girl. I think I’m doing pretty well (if you don’t count the bricks in my stomach). I am trying to busy myself with what I used to do before; not thinking about him and her (especially her because he had introduced me to her and I was a bit jelaous and my boyfriend had calmed me down by saying that she was not the kind of girl he was interesed in and that he only loved me).
As days pass, instead of feeling better, I feel myself lost. I don’t quite know why. Things that we used to do together, no longer give me joy, I start crying after some point and I hate crying if it is after a boy who borke my heart.
My friends tell me that he is not worth the mourning I do; I can confess that even though I mourn about our long, broken relationship, I am furious and at the first place I see him, I am planning to give him a good slap. If I see his new girlfriend, worse things may happen to her. No body should expect me to be fair or understanding. Because I know I didn’t deserve it.
Our relationship was going pretty well. We had been dating for more than a year and while we celebrated our anniversary, he had told me that he was very happy to be with me and he wanted no other girl in this world. Right two weeks after that he dumped me for her. Don’t you feel betrayed? I did.
Girls, wanted me to go out a bit, to get over him. I told them that getting over him would not be that easy because I wtill loved him even though he did an unforgivable mistake to me. I still loved him, deep down, couldn’t agree that he was now an evil man.
Anyway, just because to shut up the girls (because they were sure not to shut up unless I did what they wanted me to do), we all went out on a girl’s night. They were all trying to leave me alone with cute guys so that maybe I could get a phone number or an e-mail address. But I knowingly didn’t make any move on the guys and after some time some of them seemed to lose interest. After all I am not aphrodite and a stranger has an average time of spending on me.
Only one of them stayed and kept bothering me. We were talking, just talking about this and that.
“I work for the Kerryton Computer Company. I started my work today; I’m celebrating that” he was saying.
“Really?” I asked without really interest, just to say something.
“Would you mind giving me your number?”
“My phone is broken” I made-up. For some reason, I didn’t want to turn him down. Maybe because I was so fragile and I now knew for sure what it was to be broken.
“I can give you mine,” he said and when he looked at me got that I would never call him and added “ Or I can take your number in case it is fixed.”
I don’t know what I was thinking. No I know what I was thinking: I was trying to make up a number that wasn’t really mine so when he called he could find somebody else but me. However the numbers that came out of my mouth were exactly my own numbers.
Since that day, he’s sent me messages indicating who he is and he’s been calling me for five times a day and I am not picking them up. This was one thing that I didn’t need and my friends cannot do anything to fix the situation, and I blame them for this.
His last message was a bit insulting, calling me undomesticated....... What kind of an insult is that? Anyway, I am holding myself not to call him and tell him whatever comes to my mind. I just let it go, maybe one day he’ll give up. He’ll eventually give up. You know, I’m not Aphrodite.