I haven't written in a long time. Since I last wrote, I gave my stupid ex-boyfriend one more go-round, only for him to admit his addiction and an apology, then walk out of my house, with me in tears...I don't know that I'll ever forget that moment.
A week later, he texted me to ask me how my new collie, Journey, was doing, as a reason to talk to me. To which I told him the following:
"You're not allowed to know anything about how I'm doing, until you give up your addictions. You gave up knowing how I'm doing when you chose weed and drinking over me. Sorry."
I haven't heard from him since (secret "Yay!")