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After a really negative day yesterday without cigarettes, I made it through the gym and sweet Darcy decided to take me out to sushi to cheer me up. (We go to sushi at least three times a week. Seriously.)
After a wonderful dinner, we decided to go tanning, since that was one of the presents I got her for her birthday. We are both exceedingly pale.
On our way there, we were discussing a few things, and my phone rang. A ringtone that is only reserved for one person, and it not-so-coincidentally happens to be Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal." Because, that's what he is.
"Um, that's Daniel," I said, looking at the phone.
He left his message, wondering if I was "back in town yet." He said he wanted to talk to me anytime my mom wasn't around (she hates him and leaves him nasty messages if he tries to contact me). He said he really hopes to talk to me soon.
Um...what?!
First of all, what is there to talk about? We don't work in the same place anymore, we don't have the same friends, we're not in a relationship, we have nothing in common, and we are not having a baby together. Why would he want to talk to me? And it's not because he cares about how I am, because if he did, he would have called a long time ago. Like when I needed him most of all.
Listening to the message, I yelled, "Ugh! I hate him!"
I mentioned maybe having one cigarette to Darcy.
Instead, we tanned, and I was smiling after tanning. No big deal.
She asked if we needed to go get cigarettes.
"You know what?" I said. "No."
Because if I let him interfere with my progress every time he decides to contact me, that's giving him power. That's letting him win. If I decide to smoke again, it will be because I am so miserable without it, not because Daniel called.
Also, isn't it just a little too coincidental that I was emailing with his sister yesterday about taking her to lunch and he calls on the same day wondering if I'm back in town? Darcy and I think so.
After a wonderful dinner, we decided to go tanning, since that was one of the presents I got her for her birthday. We are both exceedingly pale.
On our way there, we were discussing a few things, and my phone rang. A ringtone that is only reserved for one person, and it not-so-coincidentally happens to be Michael Jackson's "Smooth Criminal." Because, that's what he is.
"Um, that's Daniel," I said, looking at the phone.
He left his message, wondering if I was "back in town yet." He said he wanted to talk to me anytime my mom wasn't around (she hates him and leaves him nasty messages if he tries to contact me). He said he really hopes to talk to me soon.
Um...what?!
First of all, what is there to talk about? We don't work in the same place anymore, we don't have the same friends, we're not in a relationship, we have nothing in common, and we are not having a baby together. Why would he want to talk to me? And it's not because he cares about how I am, because if he did, he would have called a long time ago. Like when I needed him most of all.
Listening to the message, I yelled, "Ugh! I hate him!"
I mentioned maybe having one cigarette to Darcy.
Instead, we tanned, and I was smiling after tanning. No big deal.
She asked if we needed to go get cigarettes.
"You know what?" I said. "No."
Because if I let him interfere with my progress every time he decides to contact me, that's giving him power. That's letting him win. If I decide to smoke again, it will be because I am so miserable without it, not because Daniel called.
Also, isn't it just a little too coincidental that I was emailing with his sister yesterday about taking her to lunch and he calls on the same day wondering if I'm back in town? Darcy and I think so.