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It took me about a year and a half…I went through all the various stages that can be expected. First, I hated him (couldn’t call him by name, only “that rat bastard”). Then, I felt sorry for myself. After all, he left me in the middle of school, with a mortgage and past due bills. He took my dog, I had to give up my cats, and he even took my goddamn car. To top it all off, he left me for our mutual best friend, a dude named Aaron.
After awhile, I stopped feeling sorry for myself, and started to move on. I’ve got a fantastic boyfriend now, who practically worships the ground I walk on (not sure if that’s a good thing or not yet), a great job, a new house, a new-to-me car that’s oodles better than my old car, a new dog, and two new cats.
About a month ago, my ex contacted me, and we decided to try to be friends. He expressed his feelings that he still cares for me, and regrets leaving me. Then, he started to flirt with me, and said in no uncertain terms that he wanted me back. He wanted to remarrry me.
I always thought that I would do anything to hear those words, but when he said them, I actually felt revulsion. I realized that I’m finally over him, for good.
That felt so good. I’m finally free… :)
