He TOLD her. He told her what I do and how I try to cope. He had no right. He had no reason. I'm so angry. But he's so sorry. He regrets telling her. He cried when he realised how affected I was. So I'm not allowed to be angry anymore... I'm not allowed to be bothered anymore... I have to forgive and forget and move on. But I don't know whether I trust him. Not just trust him to keep my secrets but trust him to know them, be privy to them, be my confidant, anymore. To cope with them, with me, and to be there with me... I feel all alone, again.