And it continues…

The day after my previous entry, I caved and reached out to you. You sent me an actual text message sounding concerned. I felt guilty. Come to find out a family emergency happened the day I dipped out on you. I wasn’t there. When we talked on the phone you denied being angry and that you were just disappointed but you honestly did sound pissed off. I felt sincere compassion at the time but don’t think you had the right to be angry with me. You could have called me at any point. Sorry sending me 1 message a day on a texting app we used constitutes as you trying to get a hold of me and not knowing where I was. You were just mad your “always reliable companion” wasn’t there for you.

We’ve been talking ever since but things are very different and I’m slowly making my way to ultimately cutting ties altogether. But it varies day to day. The one thing I do believe is you don’t realize how you’ve hurt me, how much you played a role in all of this and honestly how much you’re losing on me. I hope with all my might you will open your eyes one day and really see how badly you fucked up.