Oh my, it’s been over a week since I’ve written. And an eventful week it was!
Recently, I think it was in August, I switched to a new email address. I didn’t like my old one anymore so, much to my friends’ and family’s consternation, I imported my mail to a new account and began using that one exclusively. (Note: if I’m not answering your emails, it’s probably because you’re still sending to the old account.) I hadn’t actually checked my old account in quite a long time, so last week on Monday I logged in. Lo and behold, there was new message from August that must have been sent very soon after I switched to the new address. It was from the person I want to talk to least in the entire world: The Ex-Boyfriend.
What was appalling about said message is how he sent it like it was the most natural thing in the world, like emailing me was normal. There is no way I am going to even consider composing a civil response to that message unless he writes me an apology. (And even then, I do not know if I could accept an apology.) Now, an uncivil response… I could work with that. Seriously, there are many decidedly uncivil things I would love to say to this individual.
From where do these strong negative feelings stem, you might ask. Honestly, it’s not something I am ready to write about in a public forum. Sometimes when I think about it, it still makes me very, very angry. I’ll give you a preview of what hopefully will be a future post on this subject: the result of my last interaction with him involved me carrying four pieces of luggage to the bus stop in England all by myself. These were not small pieces of luggage, either: there was one Vera Bradley duffel bag, a rolling bag the size of a school backpack, and two twenty-four inch suitcases. Normally I do not think I could handle that much luggage; however, I can tell you from personal experience that rage has a way of making you much stronger.
I don’t even know if I’ll leave this post up or not. If you read it before I take it down, count yourself among the privileged…