It’s been one of those weeks. Not good, not bad, just a week. I’m okay with that, really. I’m not mad at the man I am/was seeing. I’m not saying I’m happy with him, not by any means, but I am at peace with the decision I made concerning that situation. I was mad for the first three days, then I decided I wasn’t waiting (potentially) another week to tell him how I felt. Since he’s out of the country, my only option was e-mail. Good thing I’m a writer. I kept it polite, although I told him exactly what I wasn’t happy about and why. I gave him two options: 1) Make a change, and we can start over. 2) Never talk to me again. Sent the email Monday evening, and immediately felt a sense of peace with it as I let go of the situation.
I’m not saying I don’t care about him . I do. But I refuse to stay in the situation as it is anymore. That’s it. I’ve made my decision, and I’ve given him a choice. Now he just has to make his decision. I had no expectations on hearing from him via email for two reasons. 1) He never replies to emails. 2) He’s out of the country, on vacation (I’m assuming it’s for vacation. I don’t really have a clue.) I actually got a reply last night. “Hello. You are too emotional. Take a deep breath.”
Excuse me? You just pulled a phenomenally inconsiderate stunt, and you tell me that I’m too emotional ? Oh. Okay. That doesn’t make me even a little bit angry…It was a bit of a struggle to hang onto my peace last night, but an hour-long chat with the Diva helped. And yes, that was the extent of his response. So, yeah. That happened.
Today, I woke up early (not on purpose), and went for a 5-mile walk. It’s a beautiful day here, after the torrential rains that consumed yesterday as a result of tropical storm Bill. Came home, had a healthy lunch. Now I’m off to get stuff done around the house, cook, and work on some revisions.
Keeping the peace.