I read his email. His rant, his spew of word carefully chosen to manipulate me, to make me feel guilty. It was incredibly long, but I read every word. The expected response was to cry and beg his forgiveness, to promise anything and some how I would end up being the bad guy and him the wronged one. A track of emotional abuse that I had been running for almost a year. And I was having trouble keeping up.
Because this time, I didn't feel guilty or the need to grovel. I was empty. I replied to his email, the one that I knew he had agonized over picking the exact words to push my buttons. I replied just one word.
No arguments or apologies. I felt light. For the first time I felt like I could move on. I had washed my hands of him. Immediately the phone rang off the hook. He knew that he was losing me. He would apologize, charm, and promise until I gave in. But the track would keep going around and my body and heart were tired of running.
I calmly hit the answer button and scrubbed my life clean of him. I was cleaning house and when I was done there would be no trace of him. He would be dust in a pan and I would move on without looking back.
How have you had to "clean house" in your life?