I don't hate my ex. At least, not anymore. I mean sure, I had the same initial reaction that lots of people did, anger in reaction to it, which turned into hatred.
But y'know, life goes on, and it sure as hell isn't going to wait up for me just because I'm feeling sorry for myself.
That and knowing it was partially my fault as well. That helps stop the venom. Mostly, I'm just angry with myself for failing. But like I said. Life goes on, and a few months from now it'll be locked away deep in the recesses of my mind.