A few hours after I finished my “no contact” blog, life threw me a very unnecessary curveball. Or maybe it hit me with an Uno reverse. Either way, the timing was disrespectful.
I received that classic “I’m in your city text” from a stranger I once loved.
Him: “I’ll be in Texas tomorrow.”
I needed a crowd. A stage. A big red “BOOOOO” button. Because be so serious.
What do you do when the “no contact” contacts you?
Me? I called my friend in the middle of her workday just to laugh about it. She was busy, so I had to text her like a functioning adult.
She said, “What did you say back?”
Nothing. I said nothing. I liked the message and kept it moving.
Because what exactly is the correct response to “I’m in your city” from a man you haven’t spoken to in forever? A welcome committee? A ribbon cutting? The key to my house?
No.
You say nothing. And then you ask yourself the questions that actually matter.
Would he have reached out if he wasn’t conveniently nearby?
And what do I think is going to happen? That we’ll magically make up, things will suddenly change, and we’ll get married and run off into the sunset?
And the real question.
When did I become someone people think they can treat like a stop on their trip?
Love ya, BYE!
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