It was a year ago today that he left, and I have been struggling all weekend with ups and downs and he fucking calls me today! I haven't talked to him on the phone in over a month. It has been texts only, and he calls me today to ask me what size DD is cause he is getting her a jacket. I mean really?! You had to call me for that....couldn't just send a text? I'm sure he doesn't even know what today is, but god I didn't need to hear the sound of his voice today.
And what the hell?! This week I mailed him a couple bills, along with an old journal I had just found of his...where he talked about how much the kids and I meant to him, and how much he loved us and missed us ( he was working away from home at the time)...that was fun to read ...and I know I probably shouldn't have mailed that with the bills, but I did. Anyways, I knew he would call me yelling about the bills, but nothing. And then he calls today to ask a question that would take me one word to answer in a text.
Fuck me today is hard enough as it is....I really didn't need any contact from him on top off it