For the first time after i parted ways with baby girl's Dad, I went out of my way to call him and wish him Happy Holidays. No one dare ask why i went ahead to pick up the phone and "be nice" to him. The agony that baby papa put me through for the longest time, was just that scar etched in my body...somewhere...I don't know where, but it hurt like something fierce.
*side thought* - I pray to my deity that I don't put or strive to put another living being through such agonizing pain.
Anyways, I picked up the phone, surprisingly with so much peace and zero anxiety, I almost felt like it was too perfect to be that kind of null feeling. (is there even such a thing?) Dialed his number, that just won't leave my cerebellum...(which sorta gives me a bit of a discomfort) - and listened for some sort of response.....
CUT
The phone was switched off...hmmm...Normally, i'd have sighed and commented on either the fact that the phone is off and the network sucks, or why the hell he didn't pick up!...Bottom like...i was indifferent! Hung-up and thought,"at least i tried!" That was it. I just called the Baby papa...didn't talk to him...no beef!
Moving on...
I guess that's what it means to be completely over someone.
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