Tuesday, Billy text me again. I was already stressed between the demands of my job, my dad being back at the hospital, and moving my dad to the assisted living center after work.
"Bummer, I can't find it. How are you doing? Your dad?" She asked.
I texted Sam, "She is texting me again. I am about to cut loose on her."
Before Sam could reply, I lost my control. "I thought I made it clear, I cannot talk with you right now. We are not friends. We are ex-lovers. I am stressed with work and dad and missing you." I texted back to Billy.
I worded each text carefully, so I fit within the character limit. "I think about you all the time. I think you made a stupid decision leaving me for some little boy who lives in his mom's basement, and I know you will come running back when things fall apart. Is that what you fucking want to hear?"
"I care about you. I always will, but unless you have come back to reality, you need to leave me alone."
I am mad now. Much more came to mind. Part of me wanted to twist the knife deep and say, 'I hope that boy gets to see what an asshole you can be.' Part of me wanted to say, ' did you ever think the reason you keep reaching out, the reason you miss me, is because you made a mistake?'
I made a mistake eight years ago. Was the pleasure worth the pain? I don't know anymore, at least not at this moment. I only blogged about the bad times with Billy. I seldom blogged about the good times. If I am going to write this novel. I will have come up with some good times. That is a problem for another day.
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