Ex called me this morning to tell me he had checked the fluids in the purple passion. He'd had a doctor's appointment (right across the street from where I work), and stopped by to do some maintenance.
He said he wanted both cats back, that I could just keep the black one. Apparently, he's lonely. Also mentioned he wanted me to move back in with him. O really? I told him that would be a "no" on the cats, that he wanted his mommy and daddy here with him, but no pets, since they consider them dirty, and unfit to live with...
As far as a reconciliation, hell would have to freeze over first. Not that I believe in the existence of such place, but work with me here. I told him he got exactly what he wanted. El diablo said that he messed up a lot of things. No?! Really?! I wouldn't have guessed.
It's far too late for me to even imagine the possibility of being with him again. I can't get back the time I wasted on him, and that's what I probably regret the most...The last few years. If I think back on all the bad moments, I think the hospital period was when I should have ended it. I remember talking to my mom on the phone about it; explaining how unsupportive he was. What kind of person would call someone who's in the hospital "lazy"? He came to see me once, during those 4 days. The day he came, he was on the normal rampage of how I can't do anything, that I'm just lazy...He got me so upset, I threatened to call a nurse and have him thrown out.
The whole rationale given at that time, was that he didn't know how to deal with the fear of loss, but at some point, don't you have to push your feelings aside, and care for the person you supposedly love?
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