I'm Ignoring You . . .

I saw those three dots and I knew it was about to be some bullshit. I turned the phone over, not willing to give whatever nonsense he was about to lay on me. 

I felt my cell vibrate against my leg and I resisted the urge to flip it over. It vibrated again, but I held strong. Nope, he wouldn’t get me. 

Another vibration. 

My hand itched to reach for my phone and I also lost my composure, but like I used to do as a child, I sat on my hands. 

Brrr brrrr! 

“No you jackass!” I screamed at my phone, as if he could hear me. 

Yet somehow I could picture the stupid, smug look on his face, as though he were laughing at my attempts to ignore him. We both knew I was going to pick up that phone, that I was going to look at whatever text or picture he’d sent me, and I was going to respond with some snappy comment. That sooner or later I’d fall back into the same old habits and I’d never break the cycle of him. 

Well, today that would end. 

I removed my hands from underneath my bottom, shaking out the tingling sensation, before picking up my phone and turning it off. If I couldn’t hear the texts, I wouldn’t be tempted to respond to them. Then I turned out my light and went to bed. 

I smiled at myself for finally having the strength to block him. And not even an hour later, my phone was back on and instead of texting him, I was face-timing him, laughing as if nothing happened.

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