Yesterday, I got a text message from K, the former husband’s best friend (at the time of our breakup).

“Hello Jady – I thought I’d reach out to you see if you were interested in talking with me now that things have cooled off. I understand if you don’t – it would mean a lot to me if you did though. 

Regardless I hope you are doing well.”

Well, since it’s my anniversary, and since we’re STILL legally married (definitely still separated), let me get something off my chest in the form of a rant:

Hi there, K. SO glad to hear from you at a random time at which you’ve decided I might want you back in my life. I see you’re still bullshitting and making assumptions rather than owning up to your own shit. Speaking of which, HOW THE FUCK HAVE THINGS ‘COOLED OFF’?  Tell me, please, exactly why I’d want to talk to you. Are you planning on apologizing for covering for my husband during the year-long affair? Do you think it would be helpful for your sake to chat it out? Are you lonely now that someone who considered you a friend and confidante and treated you as such wants nothing to do with your lying self? Please, explain to me, as you did months ago, why I was the one who should have known what was going on, tell me again how you want to be friends with both me and my emotionally abusive ex. I’m dying to hear your plan for glossing over betrayal and deception for months on end. Riveted. I’ve had very little gaslighting in my life since you, he, and my terrible roommate were ejected from it, so PLEASE, do go on. Bring me back to the worst I’ve felt since my sister died. It’s so very worth it to me, for your peace of mind.

I hope you’ve changed. I also hope you’ve gotten the help you need for your addictions and your demons. But I’m not your therapist and I’m not welcoming you back. That social work thing they teach you over and over, unconditional positive regard? That doesn’t exist when you help, knowingly, ruin someone’s life situation.

 

So yeah, I didn’t text back.