so, yesterday when checking voice mail at home...
i got a message at 9:30am...
thinking it's going to be a telemarketer, my finger is paused over the #3 button to delete
"hey, erin... it's matty... just calling to say hello and see how you're doing..." blah blah blah "thought you might be home" blah blah blah...
this is my ex.
we broke up october 21st, 1999 (not that anyone's counting)
he had a great sense of humor.
we clicked.
he took me to new orleans for our one year anniversary.
he was the only boyfriend to meet my poppy (who, by the way, died 4 years ago yesterday.)
but i have to remember WHY we broke up. i must remember that he forced me to eat pork chop ettouffe when i wanted a salad, i must remember that we both gained 45 pounds in a year and a half and he called me fat (he was 280 at that point), i must remember that he pushed me into a wall and i had bruises from his grip around my arms... that was the last night we were together...
i must remember that he used his key to my apartment when we had broken up - i was at the dentist and he came in and took all his stuff including MY FOOD from the cupboards... i must remember that the last time i ever saw him he was reeling from a backhanded slap from me on the street as i screamed "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN"
i must remember this. i must remember this as i stare at the phone and the number i have just written down on the pad in front of me.

