We did the business yesterday. It is over. He is off the lease and out of my life, for good.

Was I holding onto the idea that there could be some type of reconnection down the line? Yes.

In his fashion since May he made sure there was no hope of return. I suppose I should be grateful, instead I am angry. He assaulted me to get what he wanted. He tried to humiliate me to get what he owed me. I did get it though, even if it took a concession on my part.

He said I reminded him of the ex wife. He said he was never in love with me. I shed tears in that parking lot, but no more once I got my key back.

It’s overcast today, even the California sunshine is mourning what could have been.

I am looking at the business card as I type this.

I hear the voice of the little one softly saying I can let it go.

I’ve already let him go, intellectually at least. It will take the vagina a little longer to catch up to my brain.

I will move forward with this, because you don’t damage me without consequences. Collectively as he called it, you will be held accountable for your actions.

He chose me because I matched him in every way. That has not changed. I trust in my will and ability to make things happen just as much as he does, the difference between us? I am not clinging to a concept that is not my reality. I am simply holding people accountable for the things they say and do. It will feel like revenge but it is simply consequences.