When the rug gets pull out from under hope.

I'm an expert when it comes to having the rug of stability pulled out from under me. I'd love nothing more than to have a stable support system other than family and the few people who've proven themselves loyal over the years. I'm so tired of finding some one who gives me that stability (or the illusion of it) and then losing it when he finds something better. Yes this has been brought on by that jackass that dumped me. The self-absorbed cretin has decided to label himself with a new girlfriend and it hurts. What hurts is that stupid little nugget of hope that burns inside you, that tiny little piece that wants everything to be as it was. Right now I cannot wait for hockey season to start, at least then I will have something to live for.