Bye Bye

I'm not sure why B had been reaching out to me lately. He picked up on my complete shift in emotion and attitude towards him and wanted to go off on me. He got upset after tryna tell me off and try and make me feel guilty and said bye and I was kinda like bye bye mutha fucka! Your time to go was a long time ago. You packed your shit and left ME. Now stay the fuck away. Don't bother me, don't text me, don't come looking for me. I don't have shit for you. I did everything I could beyond all means of everything and I'm positive now that you are not going to hurt me anymore. You can go I'm not coming after you although I never did. I'm happier right now in this present moment. There won't be a damn person who is going to ruin that for me..not you. Not this time. Not. This. Time. Then he kept telling me I was throwing a tantrum yet he was the one throwing the tantrum. He text me I didn't text him. He said bye and I said peace and he kept texting me. So I think his problem was just wanting to try and get in MY head cuz she's not around. So whatevers with all that bull na na. I'm cool. No more pain. No more letting the poison seep into me and drag me down. That's all it was. I kept thinking last week about how I'm not meant to save him or fix him or whatever you wanna call it and that He's exactly like his father told me. That he self destructs. He's the type of person who can't handle good things or people in their life. I can't fix someone who wants to be broken. I know that. I learned that the hard way. He needs to realize that himself. I always wished him all the best and still do but I ain't bout that life. No more. He's stuck in his lifestyle. He robbed a place then called to tell me (he had no one else to tell and was screaming and yelling giddy like a child) and sent me a picture of all the money. What the fuck. Why did I think I could fix that? At least I know. I know that's not for me. I am meant for so much more. So much more.