The Redneck just called me. He wished me and my family (who he dislikes all except for my younger brother) a Happy New Year and to "check in" to see how I was doing. He's still doing random scrap metal work and says his chances of returning up to East Bum Fuck in the summer to continue his water-based job is nil since he has "a lot going on at home" (i.e. girlfriend? Girlfriend that he already cheated on with a seacow?) He also mentioned that he was going to be heading up my way for his birthday since he's planning on hitting up Foxwoods with his friends and that if I "wasn't busy..." - I didn't even let him finish the sentence and immediately changed the subject.
I assumed the reason for him calling was because a certain loudmouth in my circle of friends has found out about Afro and I, so I wouldn't put it past her to mention something to him. The thing that frustrates me the most is that he won't just go away. There was no closure to how things ended and the way he talks to me by calling me "hon" is doing nothing to put things behind me. I do feel somewhat guilty about the things I had mentioned I'd done in the previous post, so it's frustrating to think that had I confessed everything would've been completely done. No random checking in phone calls, no niceness in conversations. But since things just dissolved over time, we lost touch, the distance which caused a rift was all the main reasons for things "ending" there was no final nail in the coffin. Techinically we could be still together for all I fucking know.
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