My father once told me he was going to kill me because I cleaned up the mess in his office. You can wait forty years, nothing will change. Everyone is right. You dodged a bullet. You’ll feel like calling, you’ll feel like texting, you’ll feel like stopping by to see how he’s doing: instead read on codependency, look up al anon, go get a pedicure. Whatever. Really you deserve to be happy. You won’t be with him.

“Watching you walk out of my life does not make me bitter or cynical about love. But rather makes me realize that if I wanted so much to be with the wrong person how beautiful it will be when the right one comes along.”
-Anonymous