My past comes back to haunt me.
Yesterday, or perhaps it was the day before, He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named contacted me via myspace. No. I'm not talking about Lord Voldermort. I'm talking about the asshole-convict-drug addict-ex-boyriend.
And just as everything seems smooth again, another bump in the road comes along.
Perhaps you think I'm being overly dramatic. Perhaps, then, you don't know what a dark time of my life that truly was. Even for his named to be mentioned or a memory to be revisited with which he was a part of disturbs me for days. My sleep is effected, my mood quickly adjusted.
This I suppose is one of many consequences I must face. Consequences of some very poor decision making.
But a mere bump in the road is much easier to handle compared to the things I've conquered from my past.
I've learned. I've moved on. And I pray.
Pray that we never meet eyes or talk again.
And just as everything seems smooth again, another bump in the road comes along.
Perhaps you think I'm being overly dramatic. Perhaps, then, you don't know what a dark time of my life that truly was. Even for his named to be mentioned or a memory to be revisited with which he was a part of disturbs me for days. My sleep is effected, my mood quickly adjusted.
This I suppose is one of many consequences I must face. Consequences of some very poor decision making.
But a mere bump in the road is much easier to handle compared to the things I've conquered from my past.
I've learned. I've moved on. And I pray.
Pray that we never meet eyes or talk again.