The first few days after I threw Eric out, he called, texted, and left voice mail messages for me, begging me to contact him. I ignored them all. By the fourth or fifth day, all communication ceased. Even though I was sometimes tempted to pick up the phone and call him, I didn’t. We needed a clean break from each other, and I was determined not to cave and welcome him back into my life. Besides, I was still incredibly angry with him. It was bad enough that he didn’t trust me, but having his niece spy on me went beyond the pale. I couldn’t believe he’d sink low enough to do such a thing.
After more than a week passed with no contact from Eric, I started to feel that the tide had turned. Maybe he’d finally come to his senses and accepted that our relationship was over. But, just when I was
