I hate men.
So I washed my hands of Kees. I decided I don't need the stress and the pain. The decision to not call him again was reached and held to. I wouldn't ignore him if he called, but I wouldn't go out of my way to stay in touch with him.
I was doing fine until last night when he called me.
Three weeks. Three WEEKS after I left a meesage with him asking what he wanted for Christmas, and he finally calls me back. To get my address because he's sending me something.
It was a fifteen minute conversation, but it totally ripped open all of the wounds that were beginning to heal.
And my bloody stupid brother can't be bothered to call me back when he's going to the Middle East in a few months.
I was doing fine until last night when he called me.
Three weeks. Three WEEKS after I left a meesage with him asking what he wanted for Christmas, and he finally calls me back. To get my address because he's sending me something.
It was a fifteen minute conversation, but it totally ripped open all of the wounds that were beginning to heal.
And my bloody stupid brother can't be bothered to call me back when he's going to the Middle East in a few months.