Tonight I had an interesting conversation with the ex. After our encounter in San Antonio it seems he wasn't happy with the way things ended between us. I had no clue given that I didn't hear from him after that morning we talked so this was all news to me when I texted him today to see how he was doing.
I had one of those dream/nightmares and it involved him so I decided to make sure everything was okay on his end and then he dropped that bombshell on me.
So, tonight when we talked, he started to go into his spiel about how I didn't understand the pressure he had to choose between me and his family and so as a result he figured we should just be friends.
I was so entertained I almost snorted. I had to refrain from saying, are you trying to break up with me because honestly, I broke up with you two weeks ago. I really felt like he was trying to be the person who ended it, but I let him know I had no intention of being anything other than his friend and that I enjoyed our good times but felt it was time to move on.
Once we got over the pettiness of trying to be the one who released the other, we did state how we wanted to be friends and how we needed to make sure we didn't repeat the pattern. I was honest and told him that I wanted us to be happy for the other when we found someone and that I also was dating men who asked me out.
It wasn't something he wanted to hear, but as my friend now he needed to know that truth and deal with it now instead of me releasing the bombshell later.
All that said I noticed a change in my listening habits over the weekend. I was listening to my ipod that is filled with more than 70 songs that remind me of him and anytime I came across one, I skipped it. Not because it hurt to listen, but because I feel like that chapter of my life with him is truly over and there's no need to reflect on it anymore. Yes, there were good times, but there were plenty of bad and because of the bad, we aren't together now. Case closed. And now, "On to the Next."
Wednesday
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