She was running around as her first alarm went off for the show. Simultaneously a text came through from the ex. Would she forward him an email from the phone company so he could log into their cell phone account?
6 emails and a text from the company later and he was finally in, and she was stressed out from having to juggle the show and his texts. She became irritated and asked him why he needed the password right at that particular moment. "Looking at the costs for switching plans, as well as possibly separating the phones. I also wanted to see if I was listed on the bill, which I could then use to establish residency. The website makes it look like switching would be terrible. I will need to go into a store and talk to someone."
She. was. livid. That was something that could have totally waited, why in the world did that need to happen right this minute? She was mad that it bothered her so much, and then she became upset. Upset because he decides now that it's over to be forward thinking and take control. Now. Now was the time he does it.
When the anger subsided, the hurt came in. Of course he was taking action now, he had no choice. It took her finally leaving...which means that she did the right thing by leaving. What he needed was a lack of her. She was bad for him.
It was a harsh truth. She wasn't helping. Maybe she wasn't helping anyone. She took a deep breath and told herself "You can only help people if they allow you to."
