Husband said, 'Loving you doesn't make sense.' So he chooses not to think too much about it.
My life goes in cycles, rather like the seasons, except it leaps directly from balmy summer to the bleakness of the darkest winter's day.
Don't worry; I'll soon get over this. Too soon. I should learn from it but I never do.
Edit: Hate is too strong a word. I don't do extreme emotions. Regret is more like it.