So, the thing that you do when you say that you are over someone who broke your heart into a thousand pieces …the checking up on them on Facebook after you officially blocked them and then unblocked them…the creeping up on Facebook to see if they had the stones to actually post a picture with their new girlfriend…yeah, that just happened.
Fuck her and her fake niceness when she text me to see if I was really being held hostage in the Philippines or if my email was hacked. Fuck her and her concern. Just fuck her.
I’m happy. Ok, not so much happy. I’m content. I’m safe. I’m warm. I’m in a cocoon. It’s good. Not perfect but good. And safe. And not with her.
I should have never let the genie out of the bottle.