I have this crazy sixth sense of knowing when someone is going to reach out. Usually, it happens when I am falling asleep at night and the thought will pop into my mind, "you will wake up to a message from (fill in the blank) in the morning." Or "So and so will call you tomorrow." Nine times out of ten that is exactly what happens.
Last night the thought came and went as I was nodding off. This morning I had two emails, same person, two different email accounts (the fourth time he has emailed me in a month). The content of (all) the emails was insignificant, I am guessing he was feeling guilty about how he handled the end of our situation and this is his attempt to transform himself into the "good guy" to soothe himself. Fuck that.
Honestly, I am trying to sit here all zen and chill but I am fucking angry and hurt. I am sick of these narcissistic, emotionally regressed, entitled little boys who think they can walk all over people and get away with it. The emotional and physical abuse this guy dishes out to the world is inexcusable.
I sat on my fingers as long as I could. Today I finally replied to his email and, while I held back, the venom flowed through my words. Do I feel better or worse? I don't know. At the moment all I feel is done.
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