I got a text out of the blue. It was from him, my TF. He brought up the past, all the hard stuff. I said we could talk, like adults. I thought maybe we could find some peace.
I told him I forgave him. I meant it. The response was just anger. He said he didn’t want me in his life. He told me to stop texting. He said all I ever wanted was sex. I tried to stay calm, but it was like talking to a wall. The hostility didn't stop.
So I’m done. I sent one last message. I said I loved him and wished him well. I said if he ever needed a friend, I’d be here. Then I said I wouldn’t read anything else from him. No texts, no calls, not even signs in the clouds. I have to be done.
Last night, I went out with my boyfriend. We had a simple, great night. It was easy. It was quiet. It felt like the present, not the past.
I really tried with my TF. I put so much into it. The hurt is still there, but so is the certainty. This is the right choice. Maybe in another life things would be different.
“I wish you well.”
