A Small Act of Cowardice
(NOTE: Based on time elapsed since the posting of this entry, the BS-o-meter calculates this is 14.472% likely to be something that Ferrett now regrets.)
I probably should have texted my three ex-girlfriends to let them know I was thinking of them. Just a Merry Christmas, hope you’re doing well.
But I think two of them are still mad at me, and I didn’t want to spend my Christmas worrying about how or if they’d reply (socially anxious weasel is socially anxious even in texts), so I didn’t.
Christmas is the season of peace. I feel a little bad about not perpetuating that; I should have taken a moment to call a potential armistice. For I still love them in my own way, even if we’re not fit to be together.
I’m not sure if they know that.
Maybe next year.
(Cross-posted from Fet.)
I know the feeling. I make it a habit of writing a merry christmas email to an ex, then deleting it knowing it will cause more trouble than anything. Actually, this is the first year I haven’t done it. heh.