Last night I had a moment of weakness. I called the Ex. He's in a foreign country so it was really early over there, but I just needed to talk to him. I had a rough day yesterday and as I lay in bed, tears just started falling uncontrollably. I really tried to fight the urge to call, but I just couldn't help myself. I knew he was just the person who could make me feel better or at the very least calm me down. He did exactly what I needed him to do. He sat on the phone and listened to me cry. I suppose that means I need to add another day to my thirty days. Done. I'm not going to make excuses. The truth is I was sad and feeling so alone and I didn't want to feel that way. He's kinda like a security blanket. I'm still working toward not needing him to be that person, but hey it's process. I can no longer make fun of my friend, although since she's completely abandoned the process and now talks to her beau everyday, I'm still in a better place than her. Small victory.
Then, this morning the Homie sent me a text. Since I'd already broken the rules, I sent him a response. He said "miss you". I said, "miss you too". I'm going to try to get back on track. The mission is still the same. I just had a hiccup.