So 12+ years and I get an email. Wow.
He blamed my reaction to the kid, but hey, I don't want to live with the kid. I wrote in my blog that his snot wiping episode was revolting. News flash Moodle; it was! I was planning my thing; we were living as singles til January anyhow; he could have taken as long as he liked.
I called my sister on the way home and she reminded me of the past. The Moodle not believing anything I said when up against the kid. The horrible emails he had written.
And; when all is said and done; the bit I can't escape.
He didn't go to my Dad's funeral.
I wonder why I can't just cut the ribbon; slice the cord.
I did love him, but maybe that is it. Letting go and moving on seems so hard. It always has. Like the PI; I went back multiple times. Like everyone; I always go back...
An email for 12+ years. The end is worth only that...