You Don’t Get To Come Back Like Nothing Happened Between Us

You don’t get to text me out of the blue after being gone for months. You don’t get to have a normal conversation with me right now. You don’t get to act like nothing is wrong, like nothing ever happened between us, like you never abandoned me without a word.

I am not going to play pretend. I am not going to plaster on a fake smile and talk to you like a friend when you have gone missing for an eternity without an explanation. I am not going to act like what you did was okay, because it hurt.

You can try to make nice with me, but you don’t get to receive the same amount of kindness I used to give you because you screwed everything up. You left. You walked away. You decided you had enough of me and went MIA.

You don’t get to come back after all this time. You don’t get to make this right again. You don’t get a second chance — especially since you are refusing to acknowledge that you did anything wrong.

You returned with a hello, not with a sorry. You haven’t accepted responsibility for any of your actions. You haven’t even bothered to apologize because you assumed you could mosey back into my world and everything would go back to the way it used to be.

You assumed that I liked you so much that I would not bother to stick up for myself, to call you out on your bullshit, to risk chasing you away again.

You were partially right about that. I was devastated when you stopped answering my texts and returning my calls. There was a time when I would have given anything for you to reenter my world. I would have been so excited to hear from you again that I wouldn’t have asked you where you went. I would have gone right back to loving you.

But you waited just a little too long. Long enough for me to come to my senses. Long enough for me to stop being sad and start getting angry. Long enough for me to realize that I deserve so much more than the small amount of attention you were willing to give me.

I’m sorry to break the news to you, but you don’t get to ignore me when you are bored of me and then come running back when you miss me. You don’t get to pick and choose when to acknowledge my existence. You don’t get to hop in and out of my life like that.

You don’t get to keep changing your mind. You don’t get to treat me special one day and then act like I am invisible the next day. You don’t get to send mixed signals when I have always been straightforward about my feelings for you.

There was a time when I really liked you, but I am not allowing you to walk back into my life, because you do not get to disappoint me again. You do not get to hurt me again. You do not get to love me again.