Having the last word.

XN hoovered over the weekend. I went out with friends and saw his car (I live in a smallish town), but did not see him. Evidently, he saw me. That's the only reason I can think of as to why he'd contact me.

At first, I wasn't going to reply to his question of why I hadn't called, texted, or emailed. After two days though, I did reply. The response was short and to the point: There is no use in pretending we are something we are not. We are not friends. We have both moved on with our lives so all communication must stop. I wish you the best.

I do not plan to have further contact with him and don't even feel badly for breaking NC for this. In fact, I'm feeling rather indifferent. I've been pondering why I even bothered to send a reply and have to admit I like having the last word. Aside from healing and breaking from his twisted, fun-sucking grasp, I find I've struggled with having the last word the most difficult.