This weekend marks 8 years since I finally walked away (Originally written May 25).
Man, sometimes it feels like 15 and other times it feels like it was an entirely different lifetime altogether.
For years I would never admit this part to anyone that wasn’t actually present for the mess that was my life at the moment but I originally left in December. It wasn’t until the end of May that I was finally, finally, really really really left. Like left left. Never turned back. Never had another conversation. And the really interesting part is, I literally have no seen his face or heard his voice since that day.
It’s interesting because for more than half of these past 8 years, we lived ridiculously close to one another. Still in the same town, hell..almost on the same damn street and never once did I run into him or see him somewhere.
If that’s not the universe having my back, I don’t know what is. Continue reading “8 Years Ago”