Out of the blue
I was at work today and felt my Fitbit buzz... my phone was ringing... glanced down and there was his face... My Musician. And then it was gone. It only rang once. I haven’t heard from him in almost a year. If you believe the images his mom posts on social media (and I know for a fact she’s a big fat liar) he’s still happily with the woman he started seeing before he broke up with me. Add on that as far as I know he can’t see well enough to use his phone without Siri... and you can’t tell Siri to hang up on a butt dial. That means someone was on his phone, was in my contact info, and accidentally called me.
Part of me wants to text him and just say FYI I saw the butt dial. But I don’t want him to know I give a rats ass that he exists. I don’t want him to know the physical reaction I had to seeing his face. My heart pounded. My hands shook. I had to sit.
Then tonight my bff took credit for something I worked on for months.
It was a shit day overall.