The Empirical Manifesto

Received my first ever drunk text. I was thankful for the clarity (as usual) but all those around me saw it as another "hook" to keep me interested. Of course she wasn't drunk, just delirious with fever and pissed off I wasn't there to take care of her. Me too, honestly, but that's what I'm trying to move away from - not toward. She used language to which I am unaccustomed hearing from her, made some declarative statements, and expressed shame. I wanted to comfort her. I always want to comfort her. But I did not. Some would call that protecting my peace and standing by the boundaries I have put in place. It just never feels like it at the time.

She ended with, "So. Maybe count this as a drunk text from an ex...and ignore it."

And my heart breaks a little more.