Promises broken

Wow. So the SSD situation hit me pretty hard today. As I mentioned, last week I got a text message and a voice mail claiming I deserved “an apology and an incredibly long explanation” with a good measured, “I’ll call you next week.” Thanks. Because I need to be waiting around for yet another week wondering the hows and whys of another relationship fall-out.

Then Saturday 3am, walking out of a friend’s apartment on Lakeside downtown, I look down at my phone. In a drunken haze, my mouth fell open just short of actually crashing through the pavement. I stared at it really hard hoping the name on the screen would morph and actually say ANY other name.

I have a text message from SSD.

Here’s the exchange:
SSD: You deserve more than a drunk dial. Call you tomorrow.
Mel: I’ll be waiting as usual.
SSD: Awwwweee! Im the worst.
Mel: The worst? Possibly.
SSD: No q mark. Yes, the worst bf ever.
Mel: Yes u broke your promise.
SSD: Noon or 1. new promise

It’s now 4. Doing what he does best: he doesn’t call.

And I feel as if we broke up all over again.

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