Sunday. Apparently I'm a "Fucking Skunk".

I have my iPhone on Do Not Disturb from 10pm to 7am everyday. The only chances of that breaking are when someone on your favorites list calls three times in a row. So at 1 am I get an incoherent phone call from him. I finally ask, “Honey, what’s going on?” He says, “You’re a doof.” and hangs up.

I wake up to texts about not wanting his family’s event to go viral (Which makes no sense on any level. His family is having a reunion in September, but there’s nothing about it online, and besides me being invited months ago, I haven’t heard much else about it) The next text is him calling me a “Fucking Skunk” which doesn’t make any sense because I’ve never even farted in front of him. And then a final one telling me to stay away from his family and friends.

I don’t respond to any of them. I don’t call to check on him. I don’t drive out to his parents house. I don’t call his mom. All of which I want to do. I laugh at it. My friend starts callin me Pepe le Pew. I make more jokes about possible responses to being called a skunk. Thank god this is over. Thank god this is something that I can avoid, and I’ve only wasted about four months on it. Thank god I didn’t get pregnant. Thank god our kids wouldn’t see him like this. Thank god they wouldn’t lose him to liver cirrhosis before they turned ten.

He still hasn’t called, or texted. My heart hurts. I’m sad. I’m trying not to have panic attacks. I’m trying not to show up at his work, or call him to check on him. He was probably drunk all day. Who knows if he reread the texts he sent to me. Does he feel bad? Is he embarrassed? Does he care? Will he appologize? Has he moved on already? Ended up back with his ex? How do I move on? How do I stop loving him? How do I get over this hurt?