I'm treating the texts like he's a guy wanting a date. I've had a few recently-- which is nice-- just sayin :-) and, I'm not really interested in a relationship, so I'm polite. Respond back and drop it.
I find myself wanting the person he was and, for this round of his peeking out of the rabbit hole... I'm really not interested in the man he is today. I've got other stuff and people who trump what he has to offer.
So weird. How often I would have killed for him to show some interest in our lives. Today, I can think of nothing more awkward and uncomfortable than spending a holiday with him.
I'm kinda blown away by my own feelings. All that grief actually led somewhere better. Miss him. Miss the good stuff. Miss our family being one. But, that's separate that from the emaciated, zombie he is now.
Today, I'm looking at him from the perspective of a woman who has choices. He has very little to offer us today.
"You know, it's times like these when I realize what a superhero I am." Tony Stark/Iron Man
“Focus on what you can do, then do it with all your heart.” Lois Wilson
