It really bothered me how he didn’t ask for his house key back. But then again a man cowardly enough to break up via text probably is too cowardly to ask .
I debated mailing it ,throwing it in the garbage,burying it in the backyard ,throwing it out the window
After talking to my mother this weekend and my BFF, I realized it wasnt okay to put 100% of the responsibility of the failure of this relationship on my shoulders. I was agonizing over whether the things he said about me and why he wanted to end it so suddenly were true because they didn’t make sense. I finally realized after talking to them that the “why” doesn’t matter, he just wanted to end it so let it be.
After I stopped blaming myself , all these repressed feelings came up and anger and I decided to finally release him from my heart. Got his old tshirts and that damn house key and put them in an old Amazon box I had, taped it up , wrote his name and drove to his apartment and placed it on his doorstep and left.
I knew it was his off day but was hoping he wouldn’t be home, and lo and behold his truck was parked out front. He almost never took his weekday off day and my mind started wandering as to maybe he was thinking of me,maybe he knew I’d come,was he with someone?,but nope-I cut the thoughts off and reminded myself why I was there. The blinds were even open, but I did what I came to do-dropped my box off and dipped. He probably saw me, I don’t know.
I didn’t notice my hands were shaking until I tried to put my keys in the ignition; Oh well.
The possibility of the shame of him texting me telling me he needed his key back was something I could no longer bare; likewise entertaining the thought that he hadn’t asked for it back “just in case”- also too much to bear.
Now there is nothing keeping me tied to him
and now I may truly close the chapter.
I am a little shaky,and feel the waterworks coming on,but I’m glad I did this and can hold my head high. No more begging, blaming,or wondering why he did it,just focusing on healing myself now.