Yeah I'm stuck between being obsessed with wanting to know the truth and wanting to just believe his lame stories. This weekend he did finally admit to being bisexual but still insists on never meeting anyone, I know that's a lie. There's no chance for us, it's definitely over. I just feel like knowing the truth is good for the anger I needed to feel to get through the sadness and sense of loss of my "soulmate". But on the other hand, accepting the magnitude of the truth leaves me with the fear of never recovering or being able to trust another man enough to commit to a relationship again in the future. I feel like I'll heal easier and not feel so damn humiliated if I just accept his stupid ass story. My obsession led me to find a profile of his on Grindr today professing his down low lifestyle. What a dick