Who stole all the sanity?

For those of you going through a rough time in your lives whether it be from a divorce or a break up, listen up.  When your obsession catches up with you, it's time to heave-hove!  When money is tight, you tighten up even more.  When you're dealing with a death, you live.  When you're going through a divorce you count your blessings because if the relationship got to that point, it wasn't perfect and something was lacking.  Even though you find out there were a million things wrong with you and you didn't even know it, the cosmic world is telling you there is something better fitted for you.  After I filed for divore, I went against the grain work and started dating someone that was the complete opposite of what I ordinarly go for.  I liked this person.  He was a manly man, with a serving of funny.  It was simple really.  Until I started projecting my habits from my old relationship onto my new relationship.  I felt needy and sometimes obsessive about how things were going.  I'd hang onto every conversation, every meeting like a good horder.  Then, there was nothing.  White noise.  Never a good sign.  Should I call him, or wait for him to call me?  Day 1 ... he must be busy ... Day 2 ... Really busy ... Day 3 ... wonder what I said this time? ... Day 4 ... I guess I'll bring out the angry chic music ... Enough to make a woman and her pumps walk straight to the looney farm.  The moral of the story kids rebound is an ugly word.  That being said, it is a necessary stage of coping with your new beginning.  Those mistakes you're suppose to make to learn something, that's the definition of a rebound.  Getting the rebound in basketball is a good thing, so why is a rebound after a relationship thought of as a bad thing?  Is it because it's just a temporary possession, much like the back and forth of a basketball?  Why do I always accuse myself of doing something wrong?  I liked the guy, was it a bad thing that I was open and honest about my feelings and wanted to talk to him everyday?  As you probably noted from now, this isn't exactly a blog for advice, more of a shared experience of what not to do and that you're not alone in making the same mistake.  Feel stupid, go to therapy, get some anti-depressents, but take care to move on quickly.  Haven't you wasted enough of your friends and your time obsessing?  I know I have.  Don't blame the guy so much, he might be a jerk (I'm sure every situation is different), but take the time to figure out why and how you got that way and fix it for your future.  Who knows?  He might call tonight but that would be my left side of my brain talking, showing that little glitter of hope that's suppose to be keeping my boobs from sagging.