As I sit quietly here, letting go, I wonder why it is that I am the one that always walks this path of letting go, of being alone of moving on again. I can't help but wonder what is wrong with me that I can't find someone that sticks around. Someone worthy of my love, my heart.
The man, who we will now call Joe, did not call me yesterday as he said he would. And I didn't call him nor were any texts exchanged. I use to tell people, don't tell me you're going to do something and then not do it, because then I get disappointed. I have no expectations of others, until they tell me they will be doing something. Then I expect and then I am disappointed when it doesn't happen.
I'm done. I'm going to do my best, not to return his calls should he call, return his texts should he text me and I'm not returning to the church. Finished. I haven't and have no plans to even email him with my confrontation.