In two hours it will be said since he left my harsh but truthful text on Read and summarily disappeared.
Backstory: He lashed out at me on a trip and told me to eff off and walked away. I swallowed it to keep the peace until I got home, then texted him how his vile behavior is not, and will not, ever be acceptable.
You might ask, "Do I regret sending that text knowing that he would ghost you?"
No.
Not one bit.
Everyone has a line that cannot be crossed. His words, deeds crossed that line.
No one around him would ever be brave enough to call him out on his spoiled brat behavior.
I did.
His prestige in life fazes me not. I cannot be bought.
At least I am the one soul confident enough to make him tow that line or be gone.
Life is too damn short to suffer crass, egotistical souls.
Yes, I still miss him.
Yes, I wish we were still texting, making further plans.
But not enough to pay that kind of price like I know his past women did.
So today, Day 38, I will sip my coffee, gaze out the window, and be damn proud of myself.
Alone and healthy, a precious Faberge Egg.
Together and harmed, a death knell.
How are YOU handling your No Contact days?
Tell me in the Comments section below.
Cheers to you all!
Last updated on:2026-04-04T07:36:09+05:30
Comments (2)
PERIOD.
No contact has been a blessing, this whole break up has been a blessing.
I appreciate that. In my case, it's true, too. My head knows that. My heart is slowly catching up.