I’ve blown up the blog this weekend so I figured I’d post one more update before I imagine I’ll enter some silent time as I lick my wounds.
Late last night Coach did call me. He tried to play the pity card hard about but I wasn’t hearing any of it. He said he had called my bluff about showing up at her house because he thought no way would I actually take things that far. He said he’d stayed gone and non communicative so much of yesterday because he knew I was going to be mad and he hoped I’d have time to cool down. WTF?
I asked him what he really expected to have happen after yesterday. Did he think I was going to be ok last night when he popped by to finally say hello? Did he think I’d just let it slide? I told him he’d made his choice when he packed up his stuff and walked out yesterday. He knew what was going to happen and he forced my hand. He kept saying how sorry he was and that I deserved so much more. And he’s right. I do deserve so much more, that’s why I had to do what I did.
He texted me a couple times after that and today. Just more of the same. He’s sorry and he’s hurting and he didn’t want this to happen. I’m not budging an inch though. He did this. Not me. I told him I hoped he went and got his issues handled because if he doesn’t, he may as well remarry the EX because no one is going to put up with all this shit.
I’m sad, but not like last time. Mostly I’m mad and pissed off. I hate that he turned out to be such a disappointment. I had really started to think that there could be a future there, albeit down the road a ways. It definitely had turned into a situation of loving his potential more than his reality. It just sucks. Even though it was the right thing, hell the only thing I could do to stand up for myself, my heart still hurts from it.