Sending him this missive makes you feel 'good' for a nanosecond. Then you realise you've told him he still matters.
We all do it. Until we've had a few mornings after and kicking ourselves. I kept away from booze for almost a year after DD for fear of this - or worse. I didn't know what rage lay underneath the rage on top.
When I did drink I had one of my GFs lock my phone away. I was pleased I wasn't even tempted. I wasn't a drunk dialler - I was a hurt mamma dialler. Both are bad.
The image of him gorging on ego kibbles is enough to turn me off even responding to most of his drivel. He isn't important to me.
He tries to yank my chain every few months - it's sad that he still thinks I'm a source of ego kibbles.
Get back in the wagon now. No more. Don't even read his response. Delete it from your inbox and from your trash. No good can come from it, only damage.
NC = No New Hurts. As I said we all pick at that scab.
Remember the opposite of love isn't hate, it is indifference.
Fake it till you make it. Then one glorious day you realise you're not faking it.
[This message edited by SBB at 9:29 AM, March 11th (Tuesday)]