So there's M; he, at the beginning of the summer, broke up with his girlfriend of two years, during which time there was more or less monogamy. There've always been a few smidgeons of something or other going on between him and I, and I guess his recent initiative of asking me to dinner, movies, and whatnot were indications that he was, perhaps, earnestly interested. We had been spending a great deal of time together, and despite my knowing better, I became emotionally involved (M was and is quite likely completely oblivious to this...) - I knew that I shouldn't, especially with someone of his character, not that his character is poor, but I intuitively knew that the break up with his girlfriend was off, that there was a rather immense amount of unfinished business.

At any rate, his surge of attention towards me suggested that he was indeed pursuing me, and yet earlier this evening I become aware that he, and supposedly his ex also, were contemplating of becoming an item once more. Now, I'm not exactly the type to become explosive, but nevertheless I was seething; absolutely seething with volcanic spite and rage. Not only had we been intimate with each other (there wasn't really any downside seen at the time), but really it was his apparent heart and care in our time together that sincerely draws my state into something most vile.

On the one hand, I have the great desire to give him a right slap (or fist) across the face, rant, scream, be emotional and up in his face about what happened, and be generally furious about what he did, making him realize the full extent of his actions. However, on the other hand, I keep telling myself that an objective stance would be more appropriate. Having gone through a serious relationship myself, it took a good year of misery and soul searching to get over the break up - absolutely no contact, no conversation, desperately trying to forget him, everything about my ex. And considering that M had, supposedly, already broken up with his ex twice in the past, it seems that there is confusion as to what should really be done in all propriety.

I'd like to help him through this, I truly would. He and I have been splendid friends, and we have never really had any bad blood between us. The difficulty here lies with me in the choice between being a typical emotional wreck that would ruin things further, making things even more difficult for M (with any probability, anyhow), or to be a friend and help him through it.

I'm leaning towards clearing his head. But I'd still like to break his face.