Peace

So yesterday I started setting up my newly expanded bachelor pad.

I have the whole place to myself.

No more being confined to the bedroom.

No more being trapped in the misery of a dead relationship.

Freedom.

Peace.

Peace and freedom.

I found myself working in the living room again.

No longer her bedroom.

No longer where she tried to have her cake and eat it too.

My living room again.

I can almost hear the couch sigh…...now that it can go back to just being a couch.

There is a harmonious vibe now.

A peaceful vibe.

A vibe of a clear conscience.

After all, I didn’t cheat, emotionally or otherwise.

I didn’t send those texts.

I didn’t ignore you for 5 years.

I didn’t cringe at your touch out of guilt.

I didn’t spread false rumors trying to make you look bad to hide my own guilt.

I didn’t have to rush out of here in a pathetic attempt to run away from the ramifications of that guilt.

I didn’t run from my actions.

I didn’t drive you to almost want to take your own life.

That was all you, honey.

Now that I’ve kicked you out, there is….

Peace.

Tranquility.

I can breathe again.

I can just…..be me again.

I can exhale.

Even my cats notice it.

I feel like a weight has been lifted.

Like I just got out of prison or woke up from a coma.

It had me thinking….

Seeing those texts, reading those texts was the best thing to happen to me.

It gave me the courage to jettison you.

The courage to tell you ENOUGH!

The courage to tell you to leave, once and for all.

To jettison the dead weight from my life.

It allowed me to move on with a clear conscience, knowing that you were caught, you were found out.

Now……sigh…..

Hear that?

That’s me breathing free again.

I’ve barely needed an inhaler in days.

It feels…..

Peaceful.