I know I've Taken an Oath of Silence on the matter (but you effing off would be nice)

Not-So-Dear C,

Enough Already! The attempts to contact, the "showing up" randomly, the trying to get to me through my family.... what do you really think you're going to get out of it all? Now you're calling my Landlord? Seriously?

You do realize that the BEST you can hope for is a minor inconvenience for me. And if that's what you are looking for, then Bravo! You can sleep peacefully knowing that I had to ask a friend to stay at the house tomorrow morning so I could go to work and the house could be inspected to make sure that I haven't trashed it. Yay you.

I know that if the roles were reversed, you would be sitting in my shoes getting some sick kick out of the fact that I (playing the role of you being crazy again) am OBVIOUSLY not over the whole thing. I am not you though, and I think the whole thing is just really sad. I feel incredibly sorry for you to be honest. It's gotta be hard to be almost a year removed from a situation and still not be in any better place than you were on D-day. OK, that was spiteful, if not true. I don't want to be spiteful. I just want to be left alone.

I will not contact you to say all of this. I will not contact you at all. I know better than that. I will send it out into the universe to dissipate and die. I realize that I am still jaded myself, and still recovering from the things that you did to me, and to what was once an "us." I can feel the bitterness seeping through my fingertips and am all too aware of what that says about me.

I am trying to move on here, C. It's been 332 days since we split up. Of those days, I have spent 208 of them without you in my home. It's been 148 days since you moved out the last time. At LEAST 130 since we've spoken. And I went over 100 days without having to see or hear from you.

Then POW.

Now we start the count again. This is what I'm not sure you're understanding about it C. No matter what you do, who you email or where you show up, the count of days without you in my life will always start again, and continue. They will compound into months and years and decades, and I will be OK. I'm just trying to move on. Without you. So can you please just try and do the same?