I’ve heard people talk about receiving the ‘random text’
from an ex, or even someone you went on a date with once or twice and never
heard from again. I’ve also received
random texts from the guy I went on a date once, who only text me on holidays
at closing time at the bar. (I haven’t gotten one of those since I moved.) I do think it’s amusing when you receive a
random text, I mean completely random, not sent on a date with symbolic or
historical meaning from the person in that past relationship. Not sent because you were two freight ships
passing by and looking the other way, not sent because he’s Facebook stalking
me (I assume). Completely random on a
Friday night, without any meaning to me at least, not having spoken to each
other in about 3 + years – just random.
So I will use this opportunity to tell you, my readers exactly what
happened. J
I had just finished playing a co-ed softball game on Friday
night, walking back to my car my phone text message alert goes off, I think
it’s my boyfriend but no…it’s my ex-husband.
Out of the blue, completely random he sends me a text. At first it made no sense to me since we
haven’t spoken in 3+ years AND it wasn’t a symbolic or historic date in our
past relationship. Obviously something
must have triggered a memory or triggered me to his memory, but something
prompted him to send me a random text.
Seems even after all these years he still has no idea what the true
reason for our divorce was or stemmed from.
I wasn’t about to respond back with the list of the series of events
that led us down that path to remind him.
I wasn’t about to start hashing out the past. It’s the past, I’ve moved on and he should
too.
I can’t say I’ve ever written this way before about what
happened to that relationship, other than I wasn’t number 1 as every wife
thinks they will be once they put a ring on it.
I can’t say I’ve ever felt so angry before either, how this text made me
so mad, mad at the fact that he hasn’t moved on and that he consumed a portion
of my Friday night. Then I laughed, I
laughed pretty hard actually. So I
write, because now I feel better knowing that at least in the virtual world I
have closure to what the dry ink says on paper.
A chunk of my life is gone, it’s in the past, it had its great times and
it had its ending. Knowing that in my
current life, my happiness is what matters, my life is complete now and I’ve
moved on and have grown up from the random texts (but they still make pretty
good stories).
