The weekend was uneventful...and the cell phone stopped exploding over in the corner. Usually I stay at my man's place, or he stays at mine on the weekend. Or one night at mine, one night at his.
He did do something peculiar though...he took the phone with him when he went to the bathroom. I don't think he knows I know that, but I am a fairly light sleeper. I saw him get out of bed, walk to the corner, unplug his phone, and proceed to the john. Stayed in there for about 10 minutes, came out, plugged the phone back in, and came back to bed. I guess at this point, I'm too worn out to allow myself to question and trip out over that.
We had a nice dinner in the village saturday night, and took a lazy stroll afterwards. Did a lot of touching, cuddling, nuzzling, etc, but I still feel like something is off. And I still can't put my finger on it.
He's gone for this whole week...away on business. So maybe that will give me some room to think.
Here's the clincher though...I received a letter from Dick yesterday.
It stated everything that I already knew from those lovely mutual friends. It also said that we had no real closure, and that he would like to establish that. So now, after 3 years of my heart breaking over and over again, and then finally healing, this ass wants to meet to obtain some type of closure. And what does that mean? Does he want to re-hash everything that happened? How he decided during the rehearsal dinner, the eve before our wedding that he couldn't go through with it?
And as angry as I am about this...part of me is curious. Is that human nature? Or me lacking good judgement?
I don't know what to do. I know friends and family would tell me to not even think about seeing him under any circumstance. I know my man now will not be happy about receiving this letter.
So I reach out to the anonymous people out there in blog world....what would you do? Would you go? would you tell your significant other?
or do you pretend you never received such a letter?
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