She picked up her phone and typed, ‘Hey, happy birthday’ but instead of ‘send’, she pressed backspace. For once, she figured the subtext of her text.
The thought of feeding his ego and belittling herself bunged her from repeating an error.
Today, her emotions were about to stall her healing and move her backwards.
She kept typing and kept refraining from hitting send. She knew his cold ‘thanks’ will pierce her heart and soul like a dagger yet again.
She couldn’t help but recall how he had turned indifferent to her feelings while he was still connected to her and here, she was unable to distance her emotions from him even after moving apart.
One seemingly causal birthday text had the potential to wreck weeks for her.
He had become a compulsive drug for her.
Temporary relief by a text or permanent de-addiction by absolute no contact were playing ping pong in her head.
She knew she had to clean up her emotional mess to vindicate her worth. So, putting her phone away seemed to be the best option.