you messaged me the night before. you said if the snow wasn't as bad as it was... you'd visit me in person and tell me happy birthday.
so i think i am going to give myself something... 30 days. that's it. 30 days, which is when RE9 releases. Once that comes and goes, I will move on. So here it is. The hard date. I am going to set this in stone. On that date, I will no longer reply unless it is about our son. I will be setting boundaries, firm and strict ones. All photos of you will be put on a drive and stored away. The messages will be archived. I will not look at your profiles because I will be blocking you. This has been a more difficult 5 months, but once the 6th is over, so will we, and I can not look back.
I fall apart when I see your messages. I crumble when you call. I shake when you abruptly have to leave. I get depressed once you ghost. I can't live this way any longer. I am in a constant state of 'born ready' because of this. I can't do this anymore. I am tired. I am lonely. I hurt. and the truth is, I know that I've hurt others in the process. At the slightest hint of you, I drop anything and everyone.
But it's been this way most of the time with you. I fell so hard for you. I walked away from my family, my friends, and my life. I made one stumble but I came right back. You made me promise to never leave, and I never did. Until February 26th, 2026. This is the day I will walk away... for good. This isn't an ultimatum for you, it's one for me. Because as much as I want to believe in my heart you'll come to me, my mind knows that it's over. So, I am letting my mind guide my heart this time.
