Ahhh moving on. It comes to us all at some point. Remember the ex I told you about? Well, last week after not talking for over 3 months he texted me. And texted me a picture of us no less. Then proceeded to tell me we still couldn't talk. I know, I'm confused too. Well, talk anyways we did. I spilled my guts to him, apologized for wrongs I had done in our relationship and was really and truly honest because I still cared about him. Well, he was less forthcoming. Truth is he was rather cruel, as if he took pleasure in trying to tear me down. I had felt for awhile like things between me and him had been left unfinished and I think now I know why. I made some mistakes in our relationship, but so did he and I didn't deserve to be crucified for my transgressions while he justified his own.
I finally saw him for what he is or maybe has become. He is angry and unforgiving and he wanted me to hurt because I had hurt him. He flip flopped between telling me he missed me and loved me and that I was a terrible person and a selfish child. It made me realize what I had been missing for a long time, the fact that he had changed, and so have I. So after a long and drawn out talk/fight we finally and truly ended it. Which is something I don't think we ever really did 2 years ago. It was something that I needed in order to truly move on.
At the end of it all I ended up telling him I was sorry for the way things worked out but that it's better that we remember how good things were then try and get back something that isn't there. And that I knew he didn't love me anymore, and that was ok and that I hoped he would be happy because I knew I would be. In the end friends, we all have to move on because eventually everything will be illuminated. That's all for my epiphanies today. Thanks for listening!