I came home to this bag, sitting on my stoop, in front of my door. At first, I honestly had no clue as to what it was, why, or what-have-you. However, as soon as I approached, and peeked in, it all hit me... like a hurricane.
I went through a sense of shock and disbelief. While I should/could have seen it coming, I honestly expected "more" from him...
I immediately found myself on the phone to a dear friend, and soon found myself sitting on the porch, taking a deep breath, and reading through the enclosed letter... then finding myself in utter dismay, complete disgust, and more raging anger than I could even begin to explain.
yeah... so, uh... Happy 4th of July, to you too!
In the end, I'm where I've always been (at least for the last 2 months)... not much is changed by this. Just a larger realization that he's not fully understanding the totality of the circumstances... and that's more sad than anything else. I'll continue to care ('cause that's what I do). I'll continue to pray (for the best for him). I'll continue to move forward (as I have been... since before he even knows of)!
A bit of irony/comical insight: I seemingly don't even rate a "Relationship" Box... nope, I've been reduced to a mere brown paper bag!
oh, and I can't help but think-of/sing-in-my-head Kelly Clarkson's Never Again
