Mr. P in the slumps??? No NO!!! MR. P DEFINITELY IN THE SLUMPS!!!

*turns on mobile phone after putting on charger*

My phone was dead for the past hour and a half or so.

*multiple guitar solos*

My incoming message tone.

It was Cookies and Cakes.

Text message #1 CnC: Its been half an hour.wats goin on?

Text message #2 CnC: Ur still wif them?

Text message #3 CnC: ___ could be right after all. Im not goin to get myself involved wif tis particular matter of urs anymore.i don’t see how tis guy is worthy for u to retain such a close friendship wif him only to constantly be depressed bout him.not only he took money from u, he was manipulatin u sexually,those are good enuf to judge his character s a person.i don’t see him s a man of any integrity nor dignity worthy of ur time n effort.yes, I am bein judgemental but tis is it. Like I always hv said,do wat u deem fit for urself.all e best.u hv my blessings.dun hv to give me e scoop.i dun wanna know.i hv better things to focus on.goodnight.

That was his text messages, every word, every space and every ‘sms’ simplification in place. I pity Cookies and Cakes because i gave him such a hard time over MSN prior to leaving out with Mr. P. His disappointments are justified. I know he doesn’t wholeheartedly gives his blessings to me, AND I know he does NOT, wholeheartedly, want me to do what I deem fit for myself (because he knows I am someone who cannot think straight at times; oh wait gayly forward, I hope CnC doesn’t mind me quoting).

But something told me I cannot get out of this one. Something told me that if I sit down in ignorance in my room that I will never know what it is like facing Mr. P after knowing deep down that I have truthfully let him go (yes, as much as it may seem I may have ignored him, letting him go was another issue altogether).

I had to do this... I have to face him.

My feelings told me (more like shouted to me);

YOU ARE GONNA REGRET THIS, YOU ARE GONNA COME BACK AND CRY YOUR HEART OUT!!!!

My gut, my intuition, my inner subconcious, my sixth sense angel; i would love to think that it was indeed God; whom told me (in the most comforting and composed voice):

Go, you have nothing to be afraid of. You are finally over him, i know you are... Go, i am here for you, i will watch over you... All you are gonna feel is resentment for him... Just go... I am here...

The meet up was stupid and a downright waste of my precious time. Bloody hell, i had some favours to settle for my future sister-in-law. OMG i just heard myself saying my future sister-in-law's favour is more important then Mr. P. (To begin with I was never really excited about this new addition to our family. Nothing negative but it just didn't sit right with me. SHE didn't sit right with me.) And Mr. P WAS obviously on top of the World for me... Well, evidently, things have changed. Mr. P is at de slumps now apparently.

I was afraid, I must admit, that I would be seeing those two entities I never wanted to see again, Mr. Depression and Mr. Loneliness, post meeting up with Mr. P.

Alas, they were certainly back, waiting to graciously welcome me into their midst, but I am amused that they dared show up because…

*takes a long pause and smiles repeatedly*

Both of them were wearing expressions of dejection…

I greeted them with a smile and went on with my task ahead...

They realized they were undeniably wasting their times here with me…

For once I saw them leave, giving me thumbs up… They set me free… They let me go… I am of no use to them anymore… They can no longer feed on me…

And so I finally thank God that I am free, after three years of struggle, because, I decided to take this leap of faith and meet my worst nightmare once and for all!!!

PS: I will definitely meet Mr. P again, have no doubt about that, but in a coffin or otherwise, I am done shedding tears for that asshole!!!

CnC, you owe me a nice long bear hug… I AM INDEED BACK!!!!!!!