Moving on from you has been more difficult than it appears. I’m sure you don’t believe that from my last text to you. It took a lot of effort, a bottle of wine and two friends cheering me on to type the words, “Please don’t contact me again.” Big Sis didn’t want me to use the word “please.” She wanted me to write something like, “Someone else has what you could have f’ing had.” Or something like that. And she never uses the F word.
I get private messages from readers. One that came in shortly after the post Last. Text. Ever. was published is particularly worthy of mention:
I know you think this is the last text, and it may be YOURS, but I doubt it will be HIS. I suspect he will text you again. Maybe not tomorrow, maybe not even next week. But he’s shown that he has a sort of addiction to you, and I think he will contact you after he’s had a chance to realize that you meant what you said. Plus, he’s a man. He’s territorial. What’s his is his, and the thought of another man pleasing you will rankle him.
It sounds like you’ve made the emotional break from him, though, so congratulations to you. I know it was difficult.
Thanks again for sharing your story with us. I hope you continue to do so with your new man. More than anything, though, it sounds like you’re happy, and that’s the best news of all.
I suspect she is correct that you will contact me again. Big Sis thinks so, too. You kept contacting me after you broke it off to “work on your marriage” (translation: you were scared because you were caught) and after you were terrible to me because you thought I emailed your wife damaging info about your cheating.