I almost texted it a week ago, but I chose not to, since it would have been out of scorn, anger and insult.
But I said it last night and upon the words leaving my mouth, I realized that they were true, even as I was being mockingly challenged about them.
I’m over it.
All of the last weeks’ of fighting, the past year of back and forth, the wasted opportunity and why can’t he justs or why isn’t this important enoughs. The I Love Yous followed by his But I Can’t Handle It. Every time that I let him back in, only to be disappointed, judged, untrusted again. Every day that I thought it would be a good one, only to have his pessimism and victimhood turn it upside down.
I’m over it.
And now, it’s like… Air, man. Wow.
