So between Sunday and Monday I had made three trips to the police station to bail my ex. I put in almost 7 hours into trying to get him out. I stopped my awesome night to be there for him and spent money I didn’t have on his bail.
In the process, I had looked at his phone and was upset that he was sending another woman flowers when he had never bought me a gift in my life. Secondly because when I went to see him the first time he was too drunk to respond to me coherently.
So I told his sister and cousin that he was drunk. Not because I wanted to destroy his life. He had been arrested for drunken driving after all. I told them because I was the one there and giving a report back. I didn’t think twice when I said he was drunk. It seemed obvious.
Yes he thanked me when I got him out.
But his response last night broke me. He told me that i was malicious and it was scary seeing the real me. That I had lied to punish him because I wanted to ruin his relationship with his sister. All because I was unhappy with what I saw on his phone.
It was a stab to the heart.
And for the first time, I was okay. I looked at it, I didn’t respond. I closed my phone and cried to u2’s one and stuck in a moment.
Then I picked myself up and decided I’m done… With him and his whole family.