It was Saturday night and I was at a distant relative’s birthday party. I was in deep family mode all weekend and mentally felt miles away from everything and everyone.
It also helped that I was treated to stay at the same hotel as everyone else downtown. A surprise stay-cation to maximize bonding.
Sometime that night I looked at my phone. Three texts.
If you’ve been paying attention the last few years you know who they’re from.
The ex, the brit and the newest member- BB, the biker boy.
I stared at their texts and felt a combination of disgust and anxiety. I thought for a few minutes how to answer each one. Each wanted something different from me. But not enough to excite me.
The ex suggested a movie I should watch on television,
the brit wanted to join me in my hotel room late night,
and BB wanted to know how my week was.
Three different levels of small talk I was too far away to deal with.
I couldn’t think of how to respond.
And then I realized. I didn’t want any of them.
Even if they were all somehow combined, I still didn’t want them.
What did they want with me?
Why couldn’t my ex leave me alone?
Why couldn’t the brit realize our casual bed time had turned dull?
Why didn’t BB at least attempt to make a joke?
Though the brit called me late night and my ex texted me a few more times in the weekend, I continued to ignore them. Not one reply.
Today I believe in something greater then these nothing nothing men. There’s a something out there that won’t leave me with questions.
That won't leave me with doubt. I'm not stuck with these three.
This is not my story. I will make them my past.
Alone they are like unpaid library fines. Constantly there giving me polite reminders they exist in my world somewhere but not a big enough threat to stress me out.
Then they hit all at once Saturday night and I realized it was time to wipe them all clean.
I don’t know what will happen.
I could get a new fine but today I believe that one day, and hopefully one day soon, I’ll check out something I like and will return in time...no questions asked.
Perfection. I wish I didn't get the pull I did from my ex texting me.
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