Here I was, happily minding my own business when I get this text today:
“Alen is back. He’s looking for you.”
Yes, I talked to him. I wanted to scream and rant and rave at him.
All I could do was congratulate him on the newborn and catch him up on things he missed.
I’m weak. I shouldn’t have accepted his message. I shouldn’t have replied.
I can say this though; I’m stronger today than the day he left. I felt nothing for him other than contempt while texting with him.