I called ABF today. I just missed talking with him. The last time I'd talked to him briefly was a few days ago on his birthday. We'd stayed in touch off and on the last few weeks.
It stings that 'he' made the NC conclusion, that it's too painful to him to talk to me. "Powerless...." Yep, I've really let go, since I'd usually want to be the One Who Makes Sensible Decisions. It doesn't matter, really.
It's too public for me to put this song on Facebook today, so I'm putting it here. It makes me feel better.
"Call Me When You're Sober"
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Should I let you fall?
Lose it all?
So maybe you can remember yourself.
Can't keep believing,
We're only deceiving ourselves .
And I'm sick of the lie,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
Couldn't take the blame.
Sick with shame.
Must be exhausting to lose your own game.
Selfishly hated,
No wonder you're jaded.
You can't play the victim this time,
And you're too late.
Don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
You want me,
Come find me.
Make up your mind.
You never call me when you're sober.
You only want it cause it's over,
It's over.
How could I have burned paradise?
How could I - you were never mine.
So don't cry to me.
If you loved me,
You would be here with me.
Don't lie to me,
Just get your things.
I've made up your mind----
----Evanescence
