Nothing I can say here. I've already said it to you.
But I'll put my post here for the show of things.
Just remember that while it hurts to have your trust broken, if they actually give a shit about you, they'll be hurting too. And if they haven't learnt from that, which most people would have, then they aren't worth knowing.
Anyway- To bring some sort of levity to the unimaginable gravitas of the above situation- I've recently started working out again.
Was playing with my tummy fat at work and went 'Huh. I could almost swear there's a fair bit of puppy-fat covering my abs.' *poke, poke* '... Fuck'. So I got home and hopped on the scales, and, sure enough, I've put on weight. And not in a good way. So now I'm going on yet another short exercise binge, which will probably fuck me on the long-term, but who cares, as long as I can get back to my average fitness level. But I should probably make an effort to keep it this time. Meh, whatever. In any case, my muscles feel like I've been shooting myself with a bazooka especially made to fire medicine balls. Except for my abs, which have taken on the consistency of some mushy paste made entirely of goo and pain. Well, if I bring it on myself, I've got no reason to compl stop. I can complain, but I can't stop. I've drawn up a Table. That's a Commitment. That's Tack's Sacred Oath.