He called last night. Just like he said he would. We spoke for almost an hour. 48 minutes to be exact. But.
But something was different. He wasn't the same old Southern Gentleman. Something was missing in the lilt of his voice. I felt an undertone of annoyance at times. Not the usual lovey goodbye. Worse yet, no mention of a visit any time next month or ever. Something was off.
It has been a year. I am tired. I no longer have time for these reindeer games.
I am letting him go.